“Fortune rarely accompanies anyone to the door.”

Women have tongues of craft, and hearts of guile, They will, they will not; fools that on them trust; For in their speech is death, hell in their smile.

Any time not spent on love is wasted.

For when last need to desperation driveth, Who dareth most he wiseth counsel giveth.

Lost is the time that you don’t spend for love.

Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.

Perhaps if only once you did enjoy The thousandth part of all the happiness A heart beloved enjoys, returning love, Repentant, you would surely sighing say, “All time is truly lost and gone Which is not spent in serving love.”

A friend giveth sympathy in trouble.

A fool is he that comes to preach or prate, When men with swords their right and wrong debate.

It is the fortunate who should extol fortune.

Not for no cold did freeze, Nor any cloud beguile Th’eternal flowering spring

They make their fortune who are stout and wise, Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies.

True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.

None merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.

O subtle love! a thousand wiles thou hast, by humble suit, by service, or by hire, to win a maiden’s hold,–a thing soon done, for nature framed all women to be won.

Then amongst flowers and springs, Making delightful sport, Sat lovers without conflict, without flame

He, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.

Until we do something about wild dogs, kangaroos competing for pasture, your fortunes in life aren’t gonna turn around.

Some of us know how we came by our fortune and some of us don’t; but we wear it all the same

I am the maker of my own fortune, and Oh! that I could make that of my Red People, and of my country, as great as the conceptions of my mind, when I think of the spirit that rules the universe.

From my tribe I take nothing, I am the maker of my own fortune.

Several of the actors I’ve had the good fortune of working with stand out in my mind as ‘ultimate’. I guess the obvious would be Tom Hanks, because he really is as fun and as genuine as he comes across in his films and interviews.

What cowardice it is to be dismayed by the happiness of others and devastated by there good fortune.

Under capitalism everybody is the architect of his own fortune.

If we should be blessed by some great reward, such as fame or fortune, it’s the fruit of a seed planted by us in the past.