It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.

Nothing is impossible to a willing heart.

The more the merrier.

It takes nine tailors to make a man.

A fig for a care, a fig for a woe!

It's no use closing the barn door after the horse is gone.

A hard beginning maketh a good ending.

When all candles be out, all cats be grey.

Fieldes have eies and woods have eares.

What is got over the devil's back is spent under his belly.

If nothing is ventured, nothing is gained.

But love, I’ve come to understand, is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day.

Fate, " Blue replied, glowering at her mother, "is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

My mom was a ventriloquist and she always was throwing her voice. For ten years I thought the dog was telling me to kill my father.

The right brain is finally being taken seriously.

There is only one good. And that is to act according to the dictates of one's conscience.

We all have to decide how we are going to fail, by not going far enough or by going too far.

There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.

The more rational statement is that we feel sorry because we strike, afraid because we tremble, and not that we cry, strike, or tremble because we are sorry, angry, or fearful as the case may be.