Into the woods, my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent, Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little gray leaves were kind to Him: The thorn-tree had a mind to Him, When into the woods He came.

O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?

All say, "How hard it is that we have to die" - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.

If you ever reach total enlightenment while drinking beer, I bet you could shoot beer out of you nose.

As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind To look out through, and his Frailty find.

Everyone should keep a mental wastepaper basket, and the older he grows, the more things will he promptly consign to it.

When we know what God is, we shall be gods ourselves.

There 's a skirmish of wit between them. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

Give me a kisse, and to that kisse a score; Then to that twenty, adde a hundred more; A thousand to that hundred; so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million; Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kisse afresh, as when we first begun.

Never leave that till tomorrow which you can do today.

Appearances are a glimpse of the unseen.

Hurry it up you Hoosier bastard! I could hang a dozen men while you're screwing around.

Once you are labeled 'the best' you want to stay up there, and you can't do it by loafing around. If I don't keep changing. I'm history.

One night, at the latter end of April 1665, the family of a citizen of London carrying on an extensive business as a grocer in Wood Street, Cheapside, were assembled, according to custom, at prayer.

Babies haven't any hair; Old men's heads are just as bare; between the cradle and the grave lie a haircut and a shave.

Be of good cheer about death and know this as a truth-- that no evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death.

The fearful face usually betrays great guilt.

Simple is better.

As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint.

The controlled person is a powerful person. He who always keeps his head will get ahead.