Heaven hath many tongues to talk of it, more eyes to behold it, but few hearts that rightly affect it.

Good prayers never come creeping home. I am sure I shall receive either what I ask, or what I should ask.

Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues.

Let others either envy or pity me; I care not, so long as I enjoy myself.

If the sun of God's countenance shine upon me, I may well be content to be wet with the rain of affliction.

Seldom was any knowledge given to keep, but to impart; the grace of this rich jewel is lost in concealment.

Try to be of some use to others.

Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.

Words are as they are taken, and things are as they are used. There are even cursed blessings.

A reputation once broken may possibly be repaired, but the world will always keep their eyes on the spot where the crack was.

It is not the bee's touching on the flowers that gathers the honey, but her abiding for a time upon them, and drawing out the sweet.

Faith is a footbridge that you don't know will hold you up over the chasm until you're forced to walk out onto it.

I've learned the maximum from my failures.

What about the virtue of letting others be themselves? Is this not the greatest virtue of all?

Mothers possess a power beyond that of a king on his throne.

Once upon a time we were all born, popped out like jelly rolls forgetting our fishdom, the pleasuring seas, the country of comfort, spanked into the oxygens of death.

The different parts of the automobile like the ignition switch, the various buttons, the steering wheel - the interfaces between the driver and the machine - is our spirit or heart.

It feels great to discover a planet, just like any discovery in science, except that it has more of the feel of exploration - you can go back and look at it. However, I can never visit.

You know what ART stands for? Above Real Truth.

Think what a great world revolution will take place when ... [there are] millions of guys all over the world with rucksacks on their backs tramping around the back country.

Nothing prints more lively in our minds than something we wish to forget.