“Teach me to feel another’s woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.”

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.

Women use lovers as they do cards; they play with them a while, and when they have got all they can by them, throw them away, call for new ones, and then perhaps lose by the new all they got by the old ones.

You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.

A little learning is a dangerous thing.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.

To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.

Truth needs not flowers of speech.

This long disease, my life.

I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another’s misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d

The most positive men are the most credulous.

Amusement is the happiness of those who cannot think.

Do you find yourself making excuses when you do not perform? Shed the excuses and face reality. Excuses are the loser’s way out. They will mar your credibility and stunt your personal growth.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; drink of it deeply, or taste it not, for shallow thoughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking deeply sobers us again.

Every professional was once an amateur.

I’ve always felt that rock & roll was very, very wholesome.

I feel very adventurous. There are so many doors to be opened, and I’m not afraid to look behind them.

It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.

I’m kind because I know how cruel feels.

I have always felt that humor was a wonderful vehicle to let us become connected with each other and ourselves; I try to portray the similarities and polarities in men and women, so that we can acknowledge and embrace our collective consciousness.

Empty. Like a vase without flowers – it felt.

I feel my best when I’m happy.

You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.