Well-washed and well-combed domestic pets grow dull; they miss the stimulus of fleas.

But I have learned a thing or two; I know as sure as fate, When we lock up our lives for wealth, the gold key comes too late.

For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem.

It's great to work with somebody who wants to do things differently.

Behold this ruin! 'Twas a skull Once of ethereal spirit full! This narrow cell was Life's retreat; This place was Thought's mysterious seat! What beauteous pictures fill'd that spot, What dreams of pleasure, long forgot! Nor Love, nor Joy, nor Hope, nor Fear, Has left one trace, one record here.

You yawn to equalize the pressure on your eardrums. This pressure change outside your eardrums unbalances other people's ear pressures, so they must yawn to even it out.

The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.

Whatever you can lose, you should reckon of no account.

Service is the rent we pay for the privilege of living on this earth.

And the talk slid north, and the talk slid south With the sliding puffs from the hookah-mouth; Four things greater than all things are-- Women and Horses and Power and War.

Sweet May hath come to love us, Flowers, trees, their blossoms don; And through the blue heavens above us The very clouds move on.

Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare, And shot my being through earth, sea, and air, Possessing all things with intensest love, O liberty! my spirit felt thee there.

A lot of people are singing about how screwed up the world is, and I don't think that everybody wants to hear about that all the time.

One day I sat thinking, almost in despair, a hand fell on my shoulder and a voice said reassuringly: cheer up, things could get worse. So I cheered up and, sure enough, things got worse.

Buses stop at bus stations, trains at train stations, my desk has a workstation.

Remorse is the pain of sin.

The crime and not the scaffold makes the shame.

Focus on remedies, not faults.

To make one good action succeed another, is the perfection of goodness.

Feast of Catherine of Siena, Mystic, Teacher, 1380 No indulgence of passion destroys the spiritual nature so much as respectable selfishness.