Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent. |
Saying nothing... sometimes says the most. |
I'm nobody, who are you? |
Fortune befriends the bold. |
Beauty is not caused. It is. |
My friends are my estate. |
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought. Topics: Age |
That it will never come again is what makes life sweet. |
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name. |
Where thou art, that is home. |
Dwell in possibility. |
A wounded deer leaps the highest. |
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain. |
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn. |
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. |
Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes. |
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. |
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. |
Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell. |
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it. |