Do not fear mistakes. You will know failure. Continue to reach out.

Nature that framed us of four elements, warring within our breasts for regiment, doth teach us all to have aspiring minds.

For style beyond the genius never dares.

The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.

So glistered the dire Snake, and into fraud Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree Of Prohibition, root of all our woe.

He who receives a good turn should never forget it; he who does one should never remember it.

The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. -King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The very uniqueness of the Resurrection as a historical event always causes problems when we try to describe it, just as it did for the original writers. Nevertheless, the background to the New Testament is one of expectation of resurrection, and only the historical rising-again of Jesus makes sense of the narrative in this context.

He could afford to suffer With those whom he saw suffer.

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. - Kahlil Gibran.

Showing that if a good face is a letter of recommendation, a good heart is a letter of credit.

Morality is the best of all devices for leading mankind by the nose.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there 's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger: Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Where hast thou wandered. gentle gale, to find The perfumes thou dost bring?

'Tis a very good world we live in To spend, and to lend, and to give in; But to beg, or to borrow, or ask for our own; 'Tis the very worst world that ever was known.

There can be no happiness equal to the joy of finding a heart that understands.

Great intellects are skeptical.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?

I have not loved the world, not the world me; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee.

The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate; they are green and vigorous in old age.