In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.

The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.

Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.

Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.

It takes great wit and interest and energy to be happy. The pursuit of happiness is a great activity. One must be open and alive. It is the greatest feat man has to accomplish.

Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known; Kings seek their subjects' good: tyrants their own.