With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.

Who often, but without success, have prayed for apt Alliteration's artful aid.

England a fortune-telling host, As num'rous as the stars, could boast; Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate in grounds of tea.

Genius is of no country.

Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'd And wonder'd at the work herself had made.

When satire flies abroad on falsehood's wing, Short is her life, and impotent her sting; But when to truth allied, the wound she gives Sinks deep, and to remotest ages lives.

The surest way to health, say what they will, Is never to suppose we shall be ill; Most of the ills which we poor mortals know From doctors and imagination flow.

Weak is that throne, and in itself unsound, Which takes not solid virtue for its ground.

A joke's a very serious thing.

No tribute is laid on castles in the air.

The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown To saints whose lives are better than his own.

My brothers and I love A Christmas Story. It reminds us of ourselves when we were that age." "Your father didn't want to give you a BB shotgun because you might shoot your eye out?

Prayer like faith obtains promises enlarges their operation and adds to the measure of their results.

Advertising is totally unnecessary. Unless you hope to make money.

Integrity is so perishable in the summer months of success.

In the country, people are kind. In the city, people are hard an' cold, like the concrete and steel.

One of the most beautiful ways you can give is giving of yourself and your time.

Whoever makes great presents, expects great presents in return.

Hollywood has a way of sucking the world's talent to it.

Humility is probably the most difficult virtue to realize.

Habit is thus the enormous fly-wheel of society, its most precious conservative agent. It alone is what keeps us all within the bounds of ordinance.