“For time lost may not recovered be.”

And she was fair as is the rose in May.

But Christ’s lore and his apostles twelve, He taught and first he followed it himself.

Habit maketh no monk, ne wearing of gilt spurs maketh no knight.

One cannot be avenged for every wrong; according to the occasion, everyone who knows how, must use temperance.

Look up on high, and thank the God of all.

The guilty think all talk is of themselves.

A yokel mind loves stories from of old, Being the kind it can repeat and hold.

How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.

Yet do not miss the moral, my good men. For Saint Paul says that all that’s written well Is written down some useful truth to tell. Then take the wheat and let the chaff lie still.

Women naturally desire the same six things as I; they want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous with money, obedient to the wife, and lively in bed.

If gold rusts, what then can iron do?

Many small make a great.

People can die of mere imagination.

In the stars is written the death of every man.

And so it is in politics, dear brother, Each for himself alone, there is no other.

We little know the things for which we pray.

Poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation.

We know how tough it is to find purpose in the memory of the loved one you lost. It will take time – but you will find it, and we will find our purpose as a nation.

Every day is lost in which we do not learn something useful. Man has no nobler or more valuable possession than time.

Advances in medicine and agriculture have saved vastly more lives than have been lost in all the wars in history.

Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.

I have lost all my skills, and now I know how it feels to be utterly helpless like you and your sister.

I think that’s exactly why the fantasy worlds of cartoon movies so strongly represent our hopes and yearnings. They illustrate a world of lost possibilities for us.

Out of all the things I have lost, I miss my mind the most.