“Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America.”

Love loves to love love.

Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.

An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.

Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.

Absence, the highest form of presence.

Let my country die for me.

His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.

It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.

There’s many a true word spoken in jest.

Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it.

Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.

Fall if you will, but rise you must.

I have the words already. What I am seeking is the perfect order of words in the sentence. You can see for yourself how many different ways they might be arranged.

Embrace your past, but live for now.

Let faith rise in your heart.

Live a life worth remembering.

Size is no guarantee of power.

If you want to leave your footprints On the sands of time, Do not drag your feet.

Do every act of your life as though it were the very last act of your life.”

We are all special cases.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.