The wild Bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing, Now in a lily cup, and now Setting a jacinth bell a-swing, In his wandering.

There is a dignity in dying that doctors should not dare to deny.

Throughout history the world has been laid waste to ensure the triumph of conceptions that are now as dead as the men that died for them.

Meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones; And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, An alligator stuffed, and other skins Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves A beggarly account of boxes, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses Were thinly scattered, to make up a show.

The linden, in the fervors of July, Hums with a louder concert. When the wind Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime, As when some master-hand exulting sweeps The keys of some great organ, ye give forth The music of the woodland depths, a hymn Of gladness and of thanks.

But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings; and ye shall go forth, and grow up as calves of the stall.

The wolf was sick, he vowed a monk to be: But when he got well, a wolf once more was he.

"Take courage, soul! Hold not thy strength in vain! With faith o'ercome the steeps Thy God hath set for thee. Beyond the Alpine summits of great pain Lieth thine Italy."

We keep going back, stronger, not weaker, because we will not allow rejection to beat us down. It will only strengthen our resolve. To be successful there is no other way.

The short-lived self, teetering on the edge of extinction, is the only thing that can ever really matter.

It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.

A man possesses talent; genius possesses the man.

For there are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion, That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble, Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.

Heaven goes by favor; if it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.

Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.

It takes an endless amount of history to make even a little tradition.

Aggravate your choler. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Often people attempt to live their lives backwards: they try to have more things, or more money, in order to do more of what they want to they will be happier. The way it actually works is the reverse. You must first be who you really are, then do what you need to do, in order to have what you want.

Maybe this world is another planet's hell.

Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . . . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.