Put a bridle on thy tongue; set a guard before thy lips, lest the words of thine own mouth destroy thy peace... on much speaking cometh repentance, but in silence is safety.

Books have that strange quality, that being of the frailest and tenderest matter, they outlast brass, iron and marble.

He who dares not (reason), is a slave.

Sleep, Silence's child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince whose approach peace to all mortals brings Indifferent host to shepherds and kings Sole comforter to minds with grief oppressed.

What sweet delight a quiet life affords.

Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world; doth live his own; Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal love.

So that my life be brave, what though not long?

Sleep Silence's child sweet father of soft rest Prince whose approach peace to all mortals brings Indifferent host to shepherds and kings Sole comforter to minds with grief oppressed.

Property has its duties as well as its rights.

He who will not reason is a bigot he who cannot is a fool and he who dares not is a slave.

I have never seen a newspaper headline where those in spirit, without physical bodies, carried out evil deeds like a mugger in a parking lot.

But women have lust, too. Why should they be relegated to the position of custodian of emotions, watcher of the infants, feeder of the soul, body and pride of man?

I am afraid that our eyes are bigger than our stomachs, and that we have more curiosity than understanding. We grasp at everything, but catch nothing except wind.

It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.

I would describe myself as a "budding adventurer." I've transitioned away from being a straight-up backpacker, but I think I need another trip or two to get the adventurer degree.

They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold; and I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.

Clutch the bramble and you will be pricked.

Misunderstandi ngs happen because we do not understand that different people have different styles of communication.

The multitude of books is making us ignorant.

I write pretty much every day, but I don't have any desire to publish anything.