For I, hearing my Lord's estate amongst many more estates was to be sold, and that the wives of the owners should have an allowance therefrom, it gave me hopes I should receive a benefit thereby.

I think a bad husband is far worse than no husband.

If Atomes are as small, as small can bee,They must in quantity of Matter all agree

For I had rather die in the adventure ot noble achievements, then live in obscure and sluggish security.

Indeed, I was so afraid to dishonour my friends and family by my indiscreet actions, that I rather chose to be accounted a fool, than to be thought rude or wanton.

For Pleasure, Delight, Peace and Felicity live in method and temperance.

Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit.

Everyone's conscience in religion is between God and themselves, and it belongs to none other.

For disorder obstructs: besides, it doth disgust life, distract the appetities, and yield no true relish to the senses.

Some brains are barren grounds, that will not bring seed or fruit forth, unless they are well manured with the old wit which is raked from other writers and speakers.

Pain and Oblivion make mankind afraid to die; but all creatures are afraid of the one, none but mankind afraid of the other.

To treat a person like a carpet, it is necessary that one do the walking, and one allow himself to be walked on.--Shin'a'in saying

Curiosity-inspired questions bring clarity to your heart and help you see the pathway you're meant to travel.

Strategy is about shaping the future.

He talks softly, patiently, as I sit on the window ledge and watch boats with colorful triangles for sails scratch the ocean.

For as long as I can remember, the thing that gave me a sense of wonderment and renewal... has always been the work of other actors.

Irish Catholicism is very much founded on the stone of fear and of punishment.

What is fundamentally beautiful is compassion: for yourself and for those around you.

The future of work consists of learning a living.

the wasting of time is the most personal, most private, most intimate form of conversation with oneself, as well as with another.

Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin' gold Turnin' from the past, at last and all I've left behind.