“Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!”

An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.

No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.

We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.

Affability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,–I mean good-nature,–are of daily use; they are the bread of mankind and staff of life.

Mighty things from small beginnings grow.

But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.

The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.

Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.

Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.

Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed in spite of fate are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.

By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.

If all the world be worth thy winning. / Think, oh think it worth enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee, / Take the good the gods provide thee.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.

I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.

Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.

Our country’s national crime is lynching. It is not the creature of an hour, the sudden outburst of uncontrolled fury, or the unspeakable brutality of an insane mob.

The storm hit with all the fury of a woman who’d been dieting for six months, only to discover she’d gained four pounds.

Our greatest furies spring from events which violate our sense of the ground of our existence.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

He was a silent fury who no torment could tame.

I know indeed what evil I intend to do, but stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury, fury that brings upon mortals the greatest evils.

What you hear in my voice is fury, not suffering. Anger, not moral authority.

Fury spends itself pretty quickly when there’s no fury facing it.