O, sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?

Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.

A crowd always thinks with its sympathy, never with its reason.

They shall knaw a file, and flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam whar the lion roareth and the Wang Doodle mourneth for its first born--ah!

To brand man with infamy, and let him free, is an absurdity that peoples our forests with assassins.

Birds of a feather will gather together.

Ovid's a rake, as half his verses show him, Anacreon's morals are a still worse sample, Catullus scarcely has a decent poem, I don't think Sappho's Ode a good example, Although Longinus tells us there is no hymn Where the sublime soars forth on wings more ample; But Virgil's songs are pure, except that horrid one Being with "Formosum Pastor Corydon."

The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done, Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run. - Ebenezer Elliott ,

Blessed is he who doesn't show hatefulness over what is lost, but instead, shows gratefulness over what is left.

No matter how happily a woman may be married, it always pleases her to discover that there is a nice man who wishes she were not.

Helpless, unknown, and unremembered, most human beings, however sensitive, idealistic, intelligent, go through life as passengers rather than chauffeurs. Although we may pretend that it is the chauffeur who is the social inferior, most of us, like Toad of Toad Hall, would not mind a turn at the wheel ourselves.

Men often compete with one another until the day they die; comradeship consists of rubbing shoulders jocularly with a competitor.

What is high finance? It’s knowing the difference between one and ten, multiplying, subtracting and adding. You just add noughts. It’s no more than that.

Love isn't who you can see yourself with, it's who you can't see yourself without.

The idea that it is necessary to go to a university in order to become a successful writer . . . is one of those fantasies that surround authorship.

Humor distorts nothing, and only false gods are laughed off their earthly pedestals.

O wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursel's as ithers see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us. And foolish notion; What airs in dress and gait wad lea'e us, And ev'n devotion!

Feast of Michael & All Angels Pray hardest when it is hardest to pray.

I like villains because there's something so attractive about a committed person -- they have a plan, an ideology, no matter how twisted. They're motivated.

What a dreadful thing it must be to have a dull father.