“For liberty hath a sharp and double edge, fit only to be handled by just and virtuous men; to bad and dissolute, it becomes a mischief unwieldy in their own hands.”

Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk.

Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.

And feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce.

Let us no more contend, nor blame each other, blamed enough elsewhere, but strive, In offices of love, how we may lighten each other’s burden.

Apt words have power to suage the tumors of a troubled mind.

Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk.

And live like Nature’s bastards, not her sons.

There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.

The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.

Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.

Loneliness is the first thing which God’s eye named not good.

My latest found, Heaven’s last, best gift, my ever new delight!

Retiring from the popular noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease.

Suffering for truth’s sake Is fortitude to highest victory, And to the faithful death the gate of life.

Meanwhile the Adversary of God and man, Satan with thoughts inflamed of highest design, Puts on swift wings, and towards the gates of hell Explores his solitary flight.

We have always known that heedless self interest was bad morals, we now know that it is bad economics.

Because of the person I am I won’t be knocked down — ever. They can say I’m fat, I’m thin, I’m whatever, and I’ll never stop. I just won’t. I’ve got too much to do. I’ve too much to be happy about.

I want to remember it all, the good times and the bad times, the late nights, the boozing, the dancing into dawns, and all the great and not-so-great people I met and loved in those years.

A lot of success in life and business comes from knowing what you want to avoid: early death, a bad marriage, etc.

I actually have OCD really bad, and it’s getting a bit worse at the moment. I have to check taps before I leave the house, to make sure I’ve checked everything in case it floods.

Most days are not overwhelmingly successful in your life. And what really marks whether you’re going to be successful is how well you deal with the bad days, not how well you deal with the good ones.

Middle class America is acutely aware of how bad this economy is, and it is going to demand changes. I don’t think politicians can afford to be complacent.

When he tells you he’s a bad man, believe him.