On the whole human beings want to be good, but not too good and not quite all the time.

Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content; The quiet mind is richer than a crown; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown: Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss.

Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!

Voters don't decide issues, they decide who will decide issues.

I believe that man will not merely endure; he will prevail.

Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay In the gay woods and in the golden air, Like to a good old age released from care, Journeying, in long serenity, away. In such a bright, late quiet, would that I Might wear out life like thee, mid bowers and brooks, And, dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks, And music of kind voices ever nigh; And when my last sand twinkled in the glass, Pass silently from men as thou dost pass.

The last infirmity of noble mind.

Dictators are rulers who always look good until the last ten minutes.

. . . it is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

No one knows what he can do till he tries.

There is nothing enduring in life for a women except what she builds in a man's heart.

There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth;… and there is salmons in both. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 7.

Ha! see where the wild-blazing Grog-Shop appears, As the red waves of wretchedness swell, How it burns on the edge of tempestuous years The horrible Light-House of Hell!

Good housewives all the winter's rage despise, Defended by the riding-hood's disguise; Or, underneath the umbrella's oily shade, Safe through the wet on clinking pattens tread, Let Persian dames the unbrella's ribs display, To guard their beauties from the sunny ray; Or sweating slaves support the shady load, When eastern monarchs show their state abroad; Britain in winter only knows its aid, To guard from chilling showers the walking maid.

Hard work spotlights the character of people; some turn up their sleeves, some turn up their noses, and some don't turn up at all!

Preferment goes by letter and affection.

If wrinkles must be written upon our brow, let them not be written upon the heart; the spirit should not grow old. -James A. Garfield.

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool: this also is vanity.

Honolulu, it's got everything. Sand for the children, sun for the wife, sharks for the wife's mother.

Thought is deeper than all speech, Feeling deeper than all thought; Souls to souls can never teach What unto themselves was taught.