A foe to God ne'er was true friend to man, Some sinister intent taints all he does.

How blessings brighten as they take their flight.

Too low they build who build below the skies.

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.

Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!

Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to preserve one's homeland

Decision, Decision, Decision!

They say it grows so cold up here in winter that a man’s laughter freezes in his throat and chokes him to death, ” Ned said evenly. “Perhaps that is why the Starks have so little humor.

His lips touched mine and I lost my breath. Everything slipped away until there was only him. - Natasha

If you start the day reading the obituaries, you live your day a little differently.

The ultimate goal of all goals is to be happy. If you want to be happy make someone else happy.

One age cannot be completely understood if all the others are not understood. The song of history can only be sung as a whole.

Now, the past has plenty to teach us, but I don't think it should be allowed to detain us against our will.

Don't let doing enough be good enough.

I welcome new words, or old words used in new ways, provided the result is more precision, added color or greater expressiveness.