“Even success softens not the heart of the envious.”

O my soul, do not aspire to immortal life, but exhaust the limits of the possible.

Every noble deed dieth, if suppressed in silence.

To be envied is a nobler fate than to be pitied.

Wrapt up in error is the human mind, And human bliss is ever insecure; Know we what fortune yet remains behind? Know we how long the present shall endure?

Every gift which is given, even though is be small, is in reality great, if it is given with affection.

I will not steep my speech in lies; the test of any man lies in action.

If one but tell a thing well, it moves on with undying voice, and over the fruitful earth and across the sea goes the bright gleam of noble deeds ever unquenchable.

We are things of a day. What are we? What are we not? The shadow of a dream is man, no more.

There are many roads to happiness, if the gods assent.

The race of gods and men is one, and from one mother we both draw our breath. Yet all the difference in our power holds us apart, so that man is nothing, but the brazen floor of heaven is eternally unshakable.

Time is the best preserver of righteous men.

The forehead of every work must shine from afar.

To each thing belongs it’s measure. Occasion is best to know.

Water is best, but gold shines like fire blazing in the night, supreme of lordly wealth.

Of the good things given between man and man, I say that a neighbor, true and loving in heart, to neighbor is a joy beyond all things else.

If any man thinks to swindle God, he is wrong.

Why is it that when political ammunition runs low, inevitably the rusty artillery of abuse is always wheeled into action?

Do you never look at yourself when you abuse another person?

Personally, I love Toronto.

Patience is the best remedy for every trouble.

I’ve had contact with Arsenal and Chelsea, but it’s a bit of a mess.

Your love was more of a funeral of hearts than a union of souls.

You have a “turn” every time you have an opportunity to choose. But most of us only see a tiny fraction of the choices we have.

Never forget that it is the spirit with which you endow your work that makes it useful or futile.