“It is the poor man who’ll ever count his flock.”

If any person wish to be idle, let them fall in love.

Love is the force that leaves you colorless.

Make the workmanship surpass the materials.

Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.

By yielding you may obtain victory.

We believe slowly when belief brings pain.

Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never, never allows us to forget that we belong to it.

There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.

We need to accept the strangeness of things as they are.

He loved a lifeless thing and he was utterly and hopelessly wretched.

Greatly he failed, but he had greatly dared.

All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.

What we have been, or now are, we shall not be tomorrow.

Everyone’s a millionaire where promises are concerned.

Hurry to your goal together. That is full bliss when man and woman lie equally conquered.

Death is less bitter punishment than death’s delay.

Every vote must be counted.

Let me be clear – every American’s vote matters and deserves to be counted.

Don’t count the days; make the days count.

So, open your mouth, lad! For every voice counts!

I’m just a backwoods Barbie in a push-up bra and heels. I might look artificial, but where it counts I’m real.

I don’t count my sit-ups; I only start counting when it starts hurting because they’re the only ones that count.

I count my blessings far more than I count my money.

Begin at once to live, and count each separate day as a separate life.