Those whose own light is quenched are often the light-bringers.

O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green; But as time steals onwards, while none perceives Slowly she clothes herself with leaves.

With faces like dead lovers who died true.

Every man for himself, and the Devil take the hindmost.

according to the old joke, married people are often like little boys bathing, who cry with chattering teeth to the boys on the shore, 'Do come in, it's so warm' - it is not always warm.

Ethics, as has been well said, are the finest fruits of humanity, but they are not its roots

A person who is careless about money is careless about everything, and untrustworthy in everything.

It is not work that kills, but "worry."

How the sting of poverty, or small means, is gone when one keeps house for one's own comfort and not for the comfort of one's neighbors.

Young Dandelion On a hedge-side Said young Dandelion Who'll be my bride? Said young Dandelion With a sweet air, I have my eye on Miss Daisy fair.

Wedlock's a lane where there is no turning.

A soul needs a purpose to live and so I concluded that my purpose was to kill everyone besides myself. I felt alive.--Gaara

I am convinced that I never wrong anyone intentionally...

The best thing about switching from being an actor to being a director is that you dont have to shave or hold your stomach in anymore.

You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.

He had got down to the bones of it, and they were fine and strong and simple.

The dangers of unexamined and unregulated monopoly power, particularly in the state executive, are hardly news. The right reaction is not passive acquiescence.

I had been working on a second book with [David] Petraeus called Relentless. Obviously that book and the income that it would have generated went away.

All loves should be simply stepping stones to the love of God. So it was with me; and blessed be his name for his great goodness and mercy.

Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed and rightly.

I want to be everybody, and I want to be everything. One life is not enough.