Childhood, who like an April morn appears, Sunshine and rain, hopes clouded o'er with fears.

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.

When a man in purple and screaming pink stares at you, you know it's time to change your appearance.

The miracle of wonder is sacred writing.

I want to deploy the leadership to meet the challenges that face us and to restore America's greatness.

A lot of people don't know how to talk on the phone anymore.

The literary scene is filled with young people now, which is a great joy. They seem fully capable of saving the world, as we failed to do when young, though heaven knows we tried.

The comedy of each age holds up a mirror to the people of that age, a mirror that is unique.

My obligation, if I become president, is to give another direction to Europe than the one that is being forced upon us today.

I believe that everything you've said is not even wrong.

Send me money, send me green, and Heaven you will meet. Make your contribution and you'll get a better seat.

Why should I want what's good for me?' Beatrice asked him, smiling. 'Is that what you want for yourself - only what's good for you?