Since such uncultivated and rude simplicity inspires greater reverence for itself than any eloquence, what ought one to conclude except that the force of Sacred Scripture is manifestly too powerful to need the art of words?

They were doing a full back shot of me in a swimsuit and I thought, Oh my God, I have to be so brave. See, every woman hates herself from behind.

Doctor, doctor, my hair's coming out.Can you give me something to keep it in?Certainly - how about a paper bag?

A good friend see the first tear, catches the second and stops the third.

Mr. Keating: Carpe Diem! Sieze the day!

To endeavor to work upon the vulgar with fine sense is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor.

It is only when they go wrong that machines remind you how powerful they are.

The meaning of life is not a question to be answered, but an event to be experienced.

Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt.

There is a method in man's wickedness; it grows up by degrees.

It is astonishing with how little wisdom mankind can be governed, when that little wisdom is its own.

All limits are self imposed.

Men often applaud an imitation and hiss the real thing.

Envy's a sharper spur than pay: No author ever spar'd a brother; Wits are gamecocks to one another.

Be strong and of good courage; fear not or be dismayed; for the Lord, even my God, will be with thee. He will not fail thee, till thou hast finished all the work for the service of the house of the Lord.

We used to laugh at Grandpa when he'd head off and go fishing. But we wouldn't be laughing that evening when he'd come back with some whore he picked up in town.

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came, And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame. With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank, And dipped its cup in the purpurate shine When the eastern conduits ran with wine.

October turned by maple's leaves to gold; The most are gone now; here and there one lingers; Soon these will slip from the twig's weak hold, Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.

Tears are the summer showers to the soul.

She is an expert housekeeper: every time she gets divorced, she keeps the house.