I don't think I've arrived. I think I'm continuing to get there, getting closer and closer to where I want to go. But I'm not there yet.
I have known sorrow and learned to aid the wretched.
That man is the most loyal who aims at the noblest motive, and that motive the public good.
Do not yield to misfortunes, but advance more boldly to meet them, as your fortune permits you.
Others may fashion more smoothly images of bronze (I for one believe it), evoke living faces from marble, plead causes better, trace with a wand the wanderings of the heavens and foretell the rising of stars. But you, Roman, remember to rule the peoples with power (these will be your arts); impose the habit of peace, spare the vanquished and war down the proud!
If only Jupiter would restore me those bygone years.
All things deteriorate in time.
I learned some invaluable lessons in Nashville that apply to both farming and show business: Do not corner something you know is meaner than you; keep skunks of all kinds at a distance; if you forgive your enemies, it messes up their heads.
Democratic leaders always seem to blame America first.
When Kevin Brockmeier says, "Everything, given the possibility, would choose to be a song," I recognize the implicit truth of such a miracle. What can I say, I'm Irish, and we take naturally to that sort of thing.
The Scripture stories do not, like Homer’s, court our favor, they do not flatter us that they may please us and enchant us—they seek to subject us, and if we refuse to be subjected we are rebels.