The tougher the job, the greater the reward.

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.

Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.

A Spirit, zealous, as he seemed, to know More of the Almighty's works, and chiefly Man, God's latest image.

Providence has given to the French the empire of the land, to the English that of the sea, to the Germans that of--the air!

There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage.

Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.

A blow with a word strikes deeper than a blow with a sword.

The landscape should belong to the people who see it all the time.

First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is.

Does anyone know where these gondolas of Paris come from?

Sweet is revenge--especially to women.

The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The Moon, their Mistress, had expired before; The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd; darkness had no need Of aid from them--she was the Universe.

In vain does anyone pretend that he will be a martyr for his religion, when he will not rule an appetite nor restrain lust nor subdue a passion nor cross his covetousness and ambition for the sake of it, and in hope of that eternal life which God that cannot lie hath promised. He that refuses to do the less is not like to do the greater. It is very improbable that a man will die for his religion, when he cannot be persuaded to live according to it. He that cannot take up a resolution to live a saint, hath a demonstration within himself that he is never like to die a martyr.

How are thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations!

Let us be poised, and wise, and our own, today.

One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important.

I hasten to laugh at everything, for fear of being obliged to weep.

Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

It is a fine thing to have ability, but the ability to discover ability in others is the true test.