“Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.”

Sleep and death, two twins of winged race, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace.

True wit is nature to advantage dressed; What oft was thought, but ne’er so well expressed.

What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn’t much better than tedious disease.

What will a child learn sooner than a song?

O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.

The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them.

A patriot is a fool in ev’ry age.

He who serves his brother best gets nearer God than all the rest.

On life’s vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.

What then remains, but well our power to use, And keep good-humor still whate’er we lose? And trust me, dear, good-humor can prevail, When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail.

Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.

An obstinate person does not hold opinions; they hold them.

Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.

A youth of frolic, an old age of cards.

In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind’s concern is charity.

He best can paint them who shall feel them most.

She kissed me just right, like only a lonely angel can.

So when that Angel of the darker Drink, at last shall find you by the river-brink, And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul forth to your Lips to quaff-you shall not shrink.

Make sure to send a lazy man the angel of death.

The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul.

Nobody knows if Zidane is an angel or demon. He smiles like Saint Teresa and grimaces like a serial killer.

You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, my sweet, O my sweet, crushed angel.

Remember, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain, /May be refin’d and join th’ angelic train.

May be refined, and join the angelic train.