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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.

What a heaven is love! O what a hell!

Arguments, like children, should be like the subject that begets them.

Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.

Wrongs, like great whirlwinds, shake highest battlements.

Ay, Marry, sir -- the only rising up in arms is in the arms of a woman!

The best of men That e'er wore earth about him, was a sufferer A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breath'd.

Cast away care, he that loves sorrow lengthens not a day, nor can buy tomorrow; Money is trash, and he that will spend it, Let him drink merrily, fortune will send it.

The calmest husbands make the stormiest wives.

Do but consider what an excellent thing sleep is...that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together. Who complains of want? of wounds? of cares? of great men's oppressions? of captivity? whilst he sleepeth? Beggars in their beds take as much pleasure kings: can we therefore surfeit on this delicate Ambrosia? Can we drink too much of that whereof to taste too little tumbles us into a churchyard, and to use it but indifferently throws us into Bedlam? No, no, look upon Endymion, the moon's minion, who slept three score and fifteen years, and was not a hair the worse for it.

The fairest cheek hath oftentimes a soul leprous as sin itself.

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.