“Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.”

The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.

Recollect that the Almighty, who gave the dog to be companion of our pleasures and our toils, hath invested him with a nature noble and incapable of deceit.

A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.

Will future ages believe that such stupid bigotry ever existed!

Good Night, Goodnight, Dream.

Silence, maiden; thy tongue outruns thy discretion.

Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.

It is only when I dally with what I am about, look back and aside, instead of keeping my eyes straight forward, that I feel these cold sinkings of the heart.

All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.

Caution comes too late when we are in the midst of evils.

I have heard men talk about the blessings of freedom, he said to himself, but I wish any wise man would teach me what use to make of it now that I have it.

The half hour between waking and rising has all my life proved propitious to any task which was exercising my invention… It was always when I first opened my eyes that the desired ideas thronged upon me.

Look back, and smile on perils past.

Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the West Port, and let me gang free, And it’s room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!

Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.

Greatness of any kind has no greater foe than a habit of drinking.

Breathing is so important with physical activity, then how much more important is it with psychological activity?

I like to let things breathe.

Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

Tread softly, Brathe peacefully, Laugh hysterically.

If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.

When you arise in the moring, think of what a precious privelege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.

Anger is like a storm rising up from the bottom of your consciousness. When you feel it coming, turn your focus to your breath.