How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great!

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

I shall be but a shrimp of an author.

Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.

Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!

Men will believe anything at all provided they are under no obligation to believe it.

To each his suff'rings: all are men, / Condemn'd alike to groan, / The tender for another's pain; / Th' unfeeling for his own.

Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.

Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.

When love feels like magic, you call it destiny. When destiny has a sense of humor, you call it serendipity.

Nonviolent tactics can move into action on our behalf men not naturally inclined to act for us.

We'll attack anyone who tries to harm our citizens.

Nothing is easy in writing. I don't think for anyone. But dialogue is probably what comes most naturally to me.

Slowly my body grows a single sound, slowly I become a bell, an oval, disembodied vowel, I grow, an owl, an aureole, white fire poesia "Metamorfosi, I. Luna

Go Fast! Go Hard! Finish! And Win the Day!

Live by the harmless untruths that make you brave and kind and healthy and happy.

We should let God be the One to praise us and not praise ourselves. For God detests those who commend themselves. Let others applaud our good deeds.

Change is the investor's only certainty.