“The best plans of men and mice often go awry.”

Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.

To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!

Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.

But facts are chiels that winna ding, An’ downa be disputed.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.

Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom’s root.

The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church’s ban Or hell’s damnation.

Anticipation forward points the view.

Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever.

If there’s another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.

Painters and poets have liberty to lie.

Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.

What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.

Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine, An’ fill it in a silver tassie.

And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night; Lest in temptation’s path ye gang astray, Implore His counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright.

I’ve been working for many years and I think I’ve managed to work with some of the best people in the business, which has been rewarding and an apprenticeship.

Start with the assumption that the best way to do something is not the way it’s being done right now.

Dashed hopes and good intentions. Good, better, best, bested.

Neither one of us could be sure we’d get our money back on this investment, but we just wanted to have company of our own for once because we were best friends.

I’m always studying my craft because I want to be the best at what I do.

I really love music and I want to make it better the best I can.

I wanna be the best at what I do. I wanna sing, I wanna dance, I wanna act. That’s about it.

It is no longer possible for lyric poetry to express the immensity of our experience. Life has grown too cumbersome, too complicated. We have acquired values which are best expressed in prose.