And then, for an old man like me, it's not exactly right,This kind o' playing soldier with no enemy in sight.

The delicate thought, that cannot find expression, For ruder speech too fair, That, like thy petals, trembles in possession, And scatters on the air.

A bird in the hand is a certainty, but a bird in the bush may sing.

Don't be too quickTo break bad habits: better stick,Like the Mission folk, to your arsenic.

Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again.

The creator who could put a cancer in a believer's stomach is above being interfered with by prayers.

Never a tear bedims the eye That time and patience will not dry.

If, of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, It might have been,' More sad are these we daily see: 'It is, but hadn't ought to be!'

The dominant expression of a child is gravity.

For the glory born of Goodness Never dies, And its flag is not half-masted In the skies.

Each lost day has its patron saint!

Is love always like this? Is it always so passionate, yet so damn painful?

The most ominous of fallacies: the belief that things can be kept static by inaction.

Visualize "prayerize " "actionize " and your wishes will come true.

Love is staying up all night with a sick child - or a healthy adult.

There is a word Kristos in the Greek dictionary, and this word is supposed to be borrowed from the Sanskrit word "Krishna," and Christ is derived from Kristos.

Read the flight of your arrow if you want to know your future.

There are about as many ways to be dead as there are to be alive. People linger in different ways, both publicly and privately.

There are words which a man cannot resist from a woman, even though he knows them to be false.

Every man should know that his conversations, his correspondence, and his personal life are private.

Sometimes you have to go outside your field of study to find the right people.