The soft whispers of the God in man.

How blessings brighten as they take their flight.

Too low they build who build below the skies.

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.

Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!

I start with a tingle, a kind of feeling of the story I will write. Then come the characters, and they take over, they make the story.

The line from psychologists is, if you’ve seen it before, it hasn’t killed you yet.

It would appear that the blue sky is actually produced by the solar wind and solar radiation exciting air molecules to emit light, just like a neon lamp!

If there is disturbance in the camp, the general's authority is weak.

Melancholy men are of all others the most witty.

I don't see anybody in any sort of squad that has a normal body. It's kind of this false image of what people should look like. And what they should be like, and it's not real.

I just love fashion. I think it just expresses who you are so much.

Without patience and the skill of a craftsman, even the greatest talent is wasted.

Groups are grammatical fictions; only individuals exist, and each individual is different.

Their rage supplies them with weapons.