They also serve who only stand and wait.
The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
Restless thoughts, like a deadly swarm of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, but rush upon me thronging.
He who reins within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.
Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.
Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.
For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them ; they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.
Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded, but must be current.
Accuse not Nature, she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.
A crown, golden in show is but a wreath of thorns.