“Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.”

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

Credit is like a looking-glass, which when once sullied by a breath, may be wiped clear again; but if once cracked can never be repaired.

Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!

To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?

What a strange scene if the surge of conversation could suddenly ebb like the tide, and show us the real state of people’s minds.

Heaven know its time; the bullet has its billet.

One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.

The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.

For success, attitude is equally as important as ability.

Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.

The man who is deserving the name is the one whose thoughts and exertions are for others rather than for himself.

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

Hurry no man’s cattle; you may come to own a donkey yourself.

As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.

He that climbs a ladder must begin at the first round.

If you were very bright and you became head of a department, as I did, of the psychology department, you were encouraged to go on to graduate work. But as a women you didn’t even think about discrimination.

Black is not sad. Bright colours are what depress me. They’re so empty. Black is poetic. How do you imagine a poet? In a bright yellow jacket? Probably not.

Music took me from a real dark place to a real bright one.

Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my arm – into the fevered eyes of the six suddenly ravenous vampires.

May the world be a brighter place. Be the light.

Stars shine brighter when nights are darker and life flourishes most when the rain is heavier.

I don’t see the future as bright, language-wise. I see it as a glass half empty – and evaporating quickly.

That’s what people are who have that impact on us. They are ahead of their time. They can’t help it. They get put into a small, frail body, and they are given a light that is much too bright for that cavity.