An ounce of hypocracy is worth a pound of ambition.

Words, as a Tartar's bow, do not shoot back upon the understanding of the wisest, and mightily entangle and pervert the judgment.

Boys will be boys, and so will a lot of middle-aged men.

Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I; And fast I gather, bit by bit. The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry, The wild waves reach their hands for it. The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down the beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I.

Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven.

If you can't be content with what you have received, be thankful for what you have escaped.

Luck affects everything; let your hook always be cast. In the stream where you least expect it, there will be fish.

Every day I get up and look through the Forbes list of the richest people in America. If I'm not there, I go to work.

Art always has something of the unconscious about it.

The public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything. Except what is worth knowing. Journalism, conscious of this, and having tradesman-like habits, supplies their demands.

A favorite has no friend!

Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!

If you view all the things that happen to you, both good and bad, as opportunities, then you operate out of a higher level of consciousness.

If you want to inspire confidence, give plenty of statistics. It does not matter that they should be accurate, or even intelligible, as long as there is enough of them.

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

Baloo, baloo, my wee, wee thing.

He laughs best who laughs last.

Feast of Boniface (Wynfrith) of Crediton, Archbishop of Mainz, Apostle of Germany, Martyr, 754 It is only by fidelity in little things that the grace of true love to God can be sustained, and distinguished from a passing fervor of spirit... No one can well believe that our piety is sincere, when our behavior is lax and irregular in its little details. What probability is there that we should not hesitate to make the greatest sacrifices, when we shrink from the smallest?

Creator Venus, genial power of love, The bliss of men below, and gods above! Beneath the sliding sun thou runn'st thy race, Dost fairest shine, and best become thy place; For thee the winds their eastern blasts forbear, Thy mouth reveals the spring, and opens all the year; Thee, goddess, thee, the storms of winter fly, Earth smiles with flowers renewing, laughs the sky.

The Sick Lion A lion, unable from old age and infirmities to provide himself with food by force, resolved to do so by artifice. He returned to his den, and lying down there, pretended to be sick, taking care that his sickness should be publicly known. The beasts expressed their sorrow, and came one by one to his den, where the Lion devoured them. After many of the beasts had thus disappeared, the Fox discovered the trick and presenting himself to the Lion, stood on the outside of the cave, at a respectful distance, and asked him how he was. I am very middling, replied the Lion, but why do you stand without? Pray enter within to talk with me. No, thank you, said the Fox. I notice that there are many prints of feet entering your cave, but I see no trace of any returning. He is wise who is warned by the misfortunes of others.