Hebe's here, May is here! The air is fresh and sunny; And the miser-bees are busy Hoarding golden honey.

A man is known by the company his mind keeps.

All the best sands of my life are somehow getting into the wrong end of the hourglass. If I could only reverse it! Were it in my power to do sowould I?

What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.

They fail, and they alone, who have not striven.

Civilization is the lamb's skin in which barbarism masquerades.

True art selects and paraphrases, but seldom gives a verbatim translation.

The possession of unlimited power will make a despot of almost any man. There is a possible Nero in the gentlest human creature that walks.

But I, in the chilling twilight stand and wait At the portcullis, at thy castle gate, Longing to see the charmed door of dreams Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep!

What probing deep Has ever solved the mystery of sleep?

Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows in yonder West; the fair, frail palaces, The fading Alps and archipelagoes and great cloud continents of sunset-seas.

And do I still have that look?" he asked."Yes just there, " she kissed his eye. "The desire to love me is still there. If you look closely you can see mine for you, my tears never washed it away.

I think it's too bad that everybody's decided to turn on drugs, I don't think drugs are the problem. Crime is the problem. Cops are the problem. Money's the problem. But drugs are just drugs.

The most abundant, least used, and most abused resource in the world is human spirit and ingenuity.

People endure what they endure and they deal with it. It may corrupt them. It may lead them into all sorts of compensatory excesses.

It's a very charming movie about the mob - a real stretch for me.

To be able to give away riches is mandatory if you wish to possess them. This is the only way that you will be truly rich.

All is fair in war, and starvation is one of the weapons of war. I don't see why we should feed our enemies fat in order for them to fight harder.

Gods, how I’ve missed you. (Stryker) I hate you with every beat of my heart. (Zephyra)

Please give us a simple answer, so that we don't have to think, because if we think, we might find answers that don't fit the way we want the world to be