What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!

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!

Friendship happens when the distance between the hearts tends to zero.

I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. "Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.

Look at this beautiful world!

Each day is a gift

The amount of hassle involved in travel can be overwhelming.

The air was calm and insects had not yet risen off the water, that crisp time of morning before the sun strikes, when it is still cool enough to work out solutions to sticky problems.

Where orthodoxy is optional, orthodoxy will sooner or later be proscribed.

I created the characters from what I read in the script. I decided how I should talk, accent, no accent, my own voice, or a created voice. Then, I visualize what I should look like.

Little by little, writers develop their own styles, each as unique as a fingerprint.

My wife assures me she didn't sleep with Tiger Woods, but how can I believe her?