For mysterious things of faith, rely on the proponent, Heaven's authority.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Self-defense is Nature's eldest law.

…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky

He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

Dead men tell no tales.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.

Fortune befriends the bold.

Never waste time for someone who doesn’t bother to spend time with you, but with someone who will say, time is wasted if I’m not with you.

All it took was a couple weeks and boom--they sucked the crazy out of you and your soul went with it.

Isn't it strange that we talk least about the things we think about most?

Happiness must be cultivated. It is like character. It is not a thing to be safely let alone for a moment, or it will run to weeds.

The greatest fine art of the future will be the making of a comfortable living from a small piece of land.

But there is, I have learned, no permanent escape from the past. It may be an unrecognized law of our nature that we should be drawn back, inevitably, to the place where we have suffered most.

What is truth? said jesting Pilate; and would not stay for an answer.

To finish is sadness to a writer — a little death. He puts the last word down and it is done. But it isn't really done. The story goes on and leaves the writer behind, for no story is ever done.

The rock's easy, but the roll is another thing.

To acknowledge that I am yet a sinner is not to deny that I am a saint but to acknowledge how I became one, by grace.