“Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.”

What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?

I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.

This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.

Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.

The monster London laugh at me.

Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river’s bank expecting stay

Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.

Life is an incurable disease.

But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.

:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.

The present is all the ready money Fate can give.

A mighty pain to love it is, And ’tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.

Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.

The Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame

Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.

Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire

Dear friends, have you begun to sing the “new song? ” Loved ones are singing it in the heavenly home, and we may sing it here; and by and by we shall join them, gaze with them on the risen, glorified Lord

I think that the pageant world overall is pretty spectacular, it just makes you feel good about yourself and leaves you with great friends.

My car’s my best friend. My office. My home. My location. I have a very intimate sense when I am in a car with someone next to me. We’re in the most comfortable seats because we’re not facing each other, but sitting side by side.

I haven’t got any friends from where I grew up, but that’s not to do with fame.

Think deeply about things. Don’t just go along because that’s the way things are or that’s what your friends say. Consider the effects, consider the alternatives, but most importantly, just think.

When I was 11 my friend’s mom made a peanut butter sandwich. I ate the sandwich and was like, ‘I’m never eating anything else again.’ And I still eat peanut butter every day. I would put peanut butter on a steak.

Only those blinded by greed would refuse to let a friend make a copy.

I’m Muslim the way many of my Jewish friends are Jewish: I avoid pork, and I take the big holidays off.