With much we surfeit; plenty makes us poor.

The Falcon and the Dove sit there together, And th 'one of them doth prune the others feather.

It is your virtue, being men, to try; And it is ours, by virtue to deny.

Better sit still, than rise to meet the devil.

All transitory titles I detest; a virtuous life I mean to boast alone. Our birth's our sires'; our virtues be our own.

When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, Now if thou would'st, when all have given him over, From death to life, thou might'st him yet recover

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part.

Thus when we fondly flatter our desires, Our best conceits do prove the greatest liars.

So in all humours sportively I range; My muse is rightly of the English strain, That cannot long one fashion entertain.

Care draws on care, woe comforts woe again, Sorrow breeds sorrow, on grief brings forth twain.

When Time shall turne those Amber Lockes to Gray.

I like actors that are good with pantomime and that can transmit a lot by their presence and attitude more than through their dialogue.

Truly affordable but high-quality health care tools and services are the only means by which quality health care can be provided to all.

My worldview comes from a collection of the books I have read, the people I have met, and my conversations with my dad.

I continue to believe that if children are given the necessary tools to succeed, they will succeed beyond their wildest dreams!

As someone that was a good ambassador of a growing sport, that always wanted to fight the best fighters and always gave the fans the best he could give.

My feeling is that as far as creativity is concerned, isolation is required. Creation is embarrassing. For every new good idea you have, there are a hundred, ten thousand foolish ones.

You've got to love your people more than your position.

He who falls obstinate in his courage, if he falls he fights from his knees.

For me, synchronicity is a way of confirming the rightness of action. It is only in its absence that I realize I'm out of kilter with, for want of a better term, the collective unconscious.

Let him who is without guilt cast the first stone. A trap. Because then he will be no longer without guilt.