They never taste who always drink They always talk who never think.

Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.

Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.

Who fastest walks, but walks astray, Is only furthest from his way.

And hope is but a dream of those that wake.

The end must justify the means.

Hope is but the dream of those that wake.

He's half absolv'd Who has confess'd.

Similes are like songs of love: They much describe they nothing prove.

Hope is but the dream of those who wake.

The cowardly dog barks more violently than it bites.

We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men and women are created equal.

Good design doesn't date. Bad design does.

I promised that from now on I would write only for the Lord.

Everything was God, holy; as God is total, so the driftwood branch was holy. This must be the stuff religion is made of.

The biggest failures come round and spring ultimate surprises of survival.

I have expressed some ideas that point to the center; I have saluted the dawn in my way, from my point of view. He who knows the way should do the same, in his way, and from his point of view.

What is the ultimate purpose of life? It's to give.

Far too much reorganization goes on all the time. Organizitis is like a spastic colon.

Nobody really knows anybody completely, even if they've been married to 'em for 53 years, you know?