A person's worth is contingent upon who he is, not upon what he does, or how much he has. The worth of a person, or a thing, or an idea, is in being, not in doing, not in having.

A servant wants to be rewarded for what he does. A lover wants only to be in love's presence, that ocean whose depth will never be known.

Rumi

I dislike feeling at home when I am abroad.

George Bernard Shaw

The first principle is that you must not fool yourself and you are the easiest person to fool.

Richard P. Feynman

Sometimes poetry is inspired by the conversation entered into by reading other poems.

John Barton

I get to do the most amazing things. We call it Host in Peril quite often, because people love to see me risk my life or be in danger.

Rick Mercer

But if the cause be not good, the king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and arms and heads, chopped off in battle, shall join together at the latter day and cry all 'We died at such a place;' some swearing, some crying for a surgeon, some upon their wives left poor behind them, some upon the debts they owe, some upon their children rawly left. I am afeard there are few die well that die in a battle; for how can they charitably dispose of anything, when blood is their argument? Now, if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for the king that led them to it; whom to disobey were against all proportion of subjection.[Henry V, Act IV Scene I]

William Shakespeare

Nice to see your home fans boo you. That's what loyal support is.

Wayne Rooney

I got a lovely check today from being a writer that I earned by sitting at home. That's rewarding.

Harvey Fierstein

I worked half my life to be an overnight success, and still it took me by surprise.

Jessica Savitch

In giving freedom to the slave, we assure freedom to the free -- honorable alike in what we give and what we preserve.

Abraham Lincoln

My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease;Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,The uncertain sickly appetite to please.My reason, the physician to my love,Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,Hath left me, and I desperate now approve,Desire his death, which physic did except.Past cure I am, now reason is past care,And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,At random from the truth vainly express'd;For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

William Shakespeare

Do the duty which lieth nearest to thee! Thy second duty will already have become clearer

Thomas Carlyle