Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.

On my tombstone they will carve$$$ "IT NEVER GOT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME."

Do not go gentle into that good night$$$ old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage$$$ rage against the dying of the light.

Art$$$ the one achievement of man which has made the long trip up from all fours seem well advised.

Solitary people make the best travellers.

But it's a changeable world! When we consider how great our sorrow seem$$$ and how small they are; how we think we shall die of grief$$$ and how quickly we forget$$$ I think we ought to be ashamed of ourselves and our fickle-heartedness. For$$$ after all$$$ what business has Time to bring us consolation?

We are Turks with the affections of our women; and have made them subscribe to our doctrine too. We let their bodies go abroad liberally enough$$$ with smiles and ringlets and pink bonnets to disguise them instead of veils and yakmaks. But their souls must be seen by only one man$$$ and they obey not unwillingly$$$ and consent to remain at home as our slaves$$$ ministering to us and doing drudgery for us.

Cheerfulness means a contented spirit$$$ a pure heart$$$ a kind and loving disposition; it means humility and ~ charity$$$ a generous appreciation of others$$$ and a modest opinion of self.

Mark to yourself the gradual way in which you have been prepared for$$$ and are now led by an irresistible necessity to enter upon your great labour.

It is the pretty face which creates sympathy in the hearts of men$$$ those wicked rogues. A woman may possess the wisdom and chastity of Minerva$$$ and we give no heed to her$$$ if she has a plain face. What folly will not a pair of bright eyes make pardonable? What dulness may not red lips and sweet accents render pleasant? And so$$$ with their usual sense of justice$$$ ladies argue that because a woman is handsome$$$ therefore she is a fool. O ladies$$$ ladies! there are some of you who are neither handsome nor wise.