So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.

The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.

He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.

He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.

Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!

Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.

There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.

Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.

I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle.

Always appreciate the good in people

There are black zones of shadow close to our daily paths, and now and then some evil soul breaks a passage through. When that happens, the man who knows must strike before reckoning the consequences.

Beliefs converge and become something new all the time.

Do you know that the tendrils of graft and corruption have become mighty interlacing roots so that even men who would like to be honest are tripped and trapped by them?

It is a misfortune of the times that all of us must needs be amateur economists-including, and perhaps especially, the professionals.

Why are we even here [on earth], what's our human nature? It's precipitating a real philosophical crisis that I find quite fascinating.

If historians of philosophy are to be divided into those who focus on discontinuities and those who focus on continuities, I belong in the latter camp.

Unless we give part of ourselves away, unless we can live with other people and understand them and help them, we are missing the most essential part of our own human lives.

Writing, I explained, was mainly an attempt to out-argue one's past; to present events in such a light that battles lost in life were either won on paper or held to a draw.

Still alive? (Randy) No. I’m a walking corpse. Can’t you tell? (Steele)