Endeavour-with most diligent labour, O aspiring artist!-to master content. The form will rise to meet you.

Immortality without eternity is a rope with only one end.

Two left-handed gloves don't make a pair. Two half-truths don't make a truth.

Seen from the moon we are all the same size.

Perhaps nothing is entirely true, not even this.

There is nothing more poetic than the truth. He who does not see poetry in it will always be a poor versifier outside of it.

There is only one evil, one crime, one sin: lack of heart.

Principles are things which one calls upon to avoid something unpleasant.

One must live with all, e'en if life be hell: Crime makes shame, not monetary stricture.

It's unfair of a circle to accuse the angle of being sharp.

One must live with all, e'en if life be hell: Crime makes shame, not monetary stricture

We educated, privileged lawyers have a professional and moral duty to represent the underrepresented in our society, to ensure that justice exists for all, both legal and economic justice.

A very close friend of mine keeps reminding me that since about the age of 50, I've been saying, 'I'm finished. I haven't got another one in me.' But somehow you do.

People say that if you find water rising up to your ankle, that's the time to do something about it, not when it's around your neck.

My private life is private. But at the same time, I have nothing to hide. So what I will say is that I am very happy.

Naturally we are aware of the strength of our economy and naturally we don't want to downplay it.

Christmas time, we can remember with deep thanksgiving the amazing Christmas gift of God Himself, when God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.

I needed to justify my existence, and I had made an absolute of literature. It took me thirty years to get rid of this state of mind.

Seldom has a battle, in which greater numbers were not engaged, been so important in its consequences as that of Cowpens.

When I think about my relationship with America, I feel like a battered wife: Yeah, he knocks me around a lot, but boy, he sure can dance.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.