Willmott, the English essayist, says poetry is the natural religion of literature.
Marry in haste, repent in leisure.
The brain is conceded to be the master organ of the body, the regulator of life, the source of human progress.
We will by conscious command evolve cerebral centers which will permit us to use powers that we now are not even capable of imagining.
To love your family, love your work, live your purpose and be unconditionally grateful for every moment of your life. . . is to succeed at the highest level (in my opinion).
He that leaveth nothing to chance will do few things ill, but he will do very few things.
We all owe each other concessions of taste and opinion for the sake of family peace and affection.
I've seen the people who talk about their love lives in print invariably have doomed relationships with the person they're talking about.