Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.

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!

Your level of comfort will increase your level of confidence.

Olympia thinks often about desire - desire that stops the breath, that causes a preoccupied pause in the midst of uttering a sentence - and how it may upend a life and threaten to dissolve the soul.

It makes your buttocks ache walking on flat ground all the time.

Pick a sin we can both live with, is what I ask.

I want an ending when the woman is happy instead of good.

Photography was the only thing that mattered in my life and I gave it everything.

Knowledge both enlarges and multiplies our Desires, and the fewer things a Man wishes for, the more easily his Necessities may be supply'd.

Wildflowers don't care where they grow.

Well, I'm not here to live up to anyone else's expectations-I'm here to live up to mine.

I have a limited intelligence and I've used it in a particular direction.