Author 190553

Few for heaven would care, should they be ever happy.

The greatest strength expires with loss of breath; the mightiest in one minute stoop to death.

He steps upon death that stirs a foot.

The only way to win a wench is not to woo her; the only way to have her fast is to have her loose.

Honest labor bears a lovely face.

The wisdom of this world is idiotism.

I am full of thoughts, a thousand wheels toss my incertain fears, there is a storm in my hot boiling brains, which rises without wind. A horrid one.

There are plenty of things that are wrong. Marxists used to use the term false consciousness, which is very out of fashion these days. If we were to ask people how ads work, most people would say, They work by tricking people but they don't trick me.

I cannot win the time trial of the world championships at my age,

This age thinks better of a gilded fool than of a threadbare saint in wisdom’s school.

Lengthens not a day, nor can buy tomorrow.

This principle is old, but true as fate, Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.

O what a heaven is love! O what a hell!

This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.

One step to human bliss is sweet revenge.

'Tis not a soldier's glory to tell how many lives he has ended, but how many he has saved.

Purpose toward which I am working; to meet men and women with laughter on my

To awaken each morning with a smile brightening my face; to greet the day with reverence for the opportunities it contains; to approach my work with a clean mind; to hold ever before me, even in the doing of little things, the Ultimate Purpose toward which I am working; to meet men and women with laughter on my lips and love in my heart; to be gentle, kind, and courteous through all the hours; to approach the night with weariness that ever woos sleep and the joy that comes from work well done -- this is how I desire to waste wisely my days.

Sin is a raven croaking her own fall.

We are ne’er like angels till our passion dies.

A mask of gold hides all deformities.

Sleep is that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.

Were there no women, men might live like gods.

Age is like love, it cannot be hid.

Surely man was not created to be an idle fellow; he was not set in this universal orchard to stand still as a tree.