“At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.”

Love is not in our choice but in our fate.

When a man’s life is under debate, The judge can ne’er too long deliberate.

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.

What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?

Few know the use of life before ’tis past.

A happy genius is the gift of nature.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.

And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.

Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.

Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate’s: Souls know no conquerors.

Love is love’s reward.

Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.

There is a proud modesty in merit.

All empire is no more than power in trust.

The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.

Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.

Repentance is another name for aspiration.

Her name is Wanda, not it. You will not touch her. Any mark you leave on her, I will double on your worthless hide.

If Jesus was a Jew, why did he have a Spanish name?

Meryl Streep belongs on anybody’s list of greats.

I don’t know why you people [the press] like to compare me to Marilyn or that girl, what’s her name, Kim Novak. Cleavage, of course, helped me a lot to get where I am. I don’t know how they got there.

May I ask your name, my lady? Or perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.

Call me reckless, call me hopeless, say it to me, implore. Call me feckless, call me helpless, call me all those things and more. All I ask if that you heed the one good reason you’re ignored. Judge me all you like, its not you I do this for.

My father told me ‘Name your price in the beginning. If it ever gets more expensive than the price you name, get out of there.’