An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.

Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.

Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

Grief is itself a medicine.

How various his employments whom the world Calls idle; and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too!

Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

And hast thou sworn on every slight pretence, Till perjuries are common as bad pence, While thousands, careless of the damning sin, Kiss the book's outside, who ne'er look'd within?

Hope is not a feeling of certainty that everything ends well. Hope is just a feeling that life and work have a meaning.

I am deeply in love with the world and its contents. My heartaches when I see any suffering so kindness and altruism is my ultimate way of life.

You can use the power of words to bury meaning or to excavate it.

Man's life on earth has only one end and purpose: to identify himself with his eternal Self and so to come to unitive knowledge of the Divine Ground.

Depending on what you believe as a person, there's always redeeming qualities to every character or individual, as spiteful as they might be.

When a man and a woman give themselves to each other in an act of marital love, they can know the love of Christ as no one else can know it.

When you're climbing Mount Everest, nothing is easy. You just take one step at a time, never look back and always keep your eyes glued to the top.

I hope you have a miscarriage on a Walmart floor and have the baby's room already decorated.

I have no desire whatsoever to desecrate the grave of seminal Manchester pop group the Stone Roses.

The wind-shak'd surge, with high and monstrous main, Seems to cast water on the burning Bear, And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole.