Enough of self, that darling luscious theme, O'er which philosophers in raptures dream; Of which with seeming disregard they write Then prizing most when most they seem to slight.

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.

Grey has no agenda. . . . Grey has the ability, that no other colour has, to make the invisible visible.

I think people are going to return to sanity when they see how ridiculous many of these charges are, and how the predictions are not borne out.

God does not work by only one method, paint in only one color, play in only one key, nor does he make only one star shine onto the earth.

The things that matter the most in this world, they can never be held in our hand.

The opening of large tracts by the ice-cutters commonly causes a pond to break up earlier; for the water, agitated by the wind, even in cold weather, wears away the surrounding ice.

True friendship must be akin to romance, I think. only without all the anguish and anxiety.

No government demands so much from the citizens as democracy and none gives back so much.

Power isn't everything ...its the only thing.

You're the father of the person who is my life.

We create the possibility for a better human form in our next life if during our jamaloca existence after death, when we still have an astral body, we can have memories connected with music.