“Solitude is sometimes the best society.”

You can make hell out of heaven and heaven out of hell. It’s all in the mind.

For liberty hath a sharp and double edge, fit only to be handled by just and virtuous men; to bad and dissolute, it becomes a mischief unwieldy in their own hands.

Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk.

Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.

And feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce.

Let us no more contend, nor blame each other, blamed enough elsewhere, but strive, In offices of love, how we may lighten each other’s burden.

Apt words have power to suage the tumors of a troubled mind.

Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk.

And live like Nature’s bastards, not her sons.

There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.

The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.

Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.

Loneliness is the first thing which God’s eye named not good.

My latest found, Heaven’s last, best gift, my ever new delight!

Retiring from the popular noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease.

If you waste your time and energy on things that don’t matter in the outcome of the game, then when you get to the game you’re not going to give your teammates the best that you have to offer.

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, ‘A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!

There is no real direction here, neither lines of power nor cooperation. Decisions are never really made – at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all around assholery.

What ever the motive for the insult, it is always best to overlook it; for folly doesn’t deserve resentment, and malice is punished by neglect.

The evening’s the best part of the day. You’ve done your day’s work. Now you can put your feet up and enjoy it.

Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.

Solitude sometimes is best society.

Nature’s law, That man was made to mourn. Man’s inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man’s dearest friend, The kindest and the best!