Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb'd as Death, the Night.

And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.

Life is an incurable disease.

For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.

Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.

Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.

A mighty pain to love it is, And 'tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.

Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.

I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.

Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.

As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.

Think of what is pure.

If you don't know how to take care of your own needs, when you try to give to others, you are giving from a bankrupt account.

Apart from direct mistakes, there is nothing more ruinous than routine play, the aim of which is mechanical development.

O last regret, regret can die!

Remember, success for a politician is 50% plus one. You don't have to have everybody on board.

Wildness It is perennially within us, dormant as a hard-shelled seed, awaiting the fire or flood that awakes it again.

So in the first draft, I'm inventing people and place with a broad schematic idea of what's going to happen. In the process, of course, I discover all sorts of bigger and more substantial things.

Ford Motor Company's sluggish and piecemeal approach to its automotive responsibilities betrays motorists' safety.

Procrastinatio n is the thief of dreams

I die content, I die for the liberty of my country.