A fool bolts pleasure, then complains of moral indigestion.

Listen to life, and you will hear the voice of life crying, Be!.

There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory.

Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.

When the swallows homeward fly, When the roses scattered lie, When from neither hill or dale, Chants the silvery nightingale: In these works my bleeding heart Would to thee its brief impart; When I thus thy image lose Can I, ah! can I, e'er know repose?

Find out just what any people will quietly submit to and you have the exact measure of the injustice and wrong which will be imposed on them.

A cynic is just a man who found out when he was ten that there wasn't any Santa Claus, and he's still upset.

Nature has placed mankind under the government of two sovereign masters, pain and pleasure...they govern us in all we do, in all we say, in all we think: every effort we can make to throw off our subjection, will serve but to demonstrate and confirm it.

Show me a thoroughly satisfied man and I will show you a failure.

Weep not that the world changes -- did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to weep.

To be in the weakest camp is to be in the strongest school.

How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people.

A man would rather have a hundred lies told of him than one truth which he does not wish should be known.

What is a Sonnet? 'Tis the pearly shell That murmurs of the far-off, murmuring sea; A precious jewel carved most curiously; It is a little picture painted well. What is a Sonnet? 'Tis the tear that fell From a great poet's hidden ecstasy; A two-edged sword, a star, a song--ah me! Sometimes a heavy tolling funeral bell.

For only as we ourselves, as adults, actually move and have our being in the state of love, can we be appropriate models and guides for our children. What we are teaches the child far more than what we say, so we must be what we want our children to become. from Teaching Children to Love, introduction. -Joseph Chilton Pearce.

My lovely living Boy, My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy. - Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,

Blame where you must, be candid where you can, And be each critic the Good-natured Man.

I am fevered with the sunset, I am fretful with the bay, For the wander-thirst is on me And my soul is in Cathay.

Every man has his price.

The young do not know enough to be prudent, and therefore they attempt the impossible, and achieve it, generation after generation. -Pearl S. Buck.