“For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.”

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.

The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.

Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.

He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.

All objects lose by too familiar a view.

Old age creeps on us where we think it night.

Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.

Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.

Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.

Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.

Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.

I don’t miss playing football, but I do miss going into the dressing room every day and having a laugh.

We put resources elsewhere. That’s been a critique of the administration. Did we miss opportunities?

He’s sharp, he can score and he doesn’t worry about missing.

No matter what you do or where you are, you’re going to be missing out on something.

Gary Berntsen, head of the CIA in Afghanistan there, he was a field commander. And he has a book out called “Jawbreaker.” And he says we missed an opportunity at Tora Bora to get him.

I’m always a little leery about doing shows where I’m not the headliner because when I first started playing in 1982 I opened for Missing Persons and got pelted for 45 minutes.

My heart is at ease knowing that what was meant for me will never miss me, and that what misses me was never meant for me.

I went into a restaurant one night and ordered lobster, and the waiter brought me one with a claw missing.