The death of democracy is not likely to be an assassination from ambush. It will be a slow extinction from apathy, indifference,and undernourishment.

Man's loneliness is but his fear of life.

Be it not in thy care. Go, I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.

If any foreign minister begins to defend to the death a "peace conference," you can be sure his government has already placed its orders for new battleships and airplanes.

Not what we give, but what we share,-- For the gift without the giver is bare.

If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of payments.

As men of inward light are wont To turn their optics in upon't.

A disorderly patient makes the physician cruel.

If you can't have faith in what is held up to you for faith, you must find things to believe in yourself, for a life without faith in something is too narrow a space to live.

I have a fine sense of the ridiculous, but no sense of humour.

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen stall stand Between their loved home and the war's desolation! Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must when our cause it is just. And this be our motto, "In God is our trust!" And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

From hence, no question, has sprung an observation . . . confirmed now into a settled opinion, that some long experienced souls in the world, before their dislodging, arrive to the height of prophetic spirit.

Life ought to be a struggle of desire toward adventures whose nobility will fertilize the soul.

here, there and everywhere.

I think everyone should go to college and get a degree and then spend six months as a bartender and six months as a cabdriver. Then they would really be educated.

The sun, centre and sire of light, The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.

this is a process of eliminating options.

The son of Saturn gave The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls Upon the Sovereign One's immortal head Were shaken, and with them the mighty mount, Olympus trembled.

But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised, And mine that I was proud on--mine so much That I myself was to myself not mine, Valuing of her--why she, O, she is fall'n Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea Hath drops too few to wash her clean again, And salt too little which may season give To her foul tainted flesh!

Friendship is not possible between two women, one of whom is very well dressed.