I hate when vice can bolt her arguments, And virtue has no tongue to check her pride.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.

The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.

He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.

He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.

Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!

Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.

There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.

Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.

I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle.

Sacraments are like hoses. They are the channels of the living water of God's grace. Our faith is like opening the faucet. We can open it a lot, a little, or not at all.

You have a heart, you have a face, You are a girl with a grace, You are simple, you are true, You are catching and I love you.

Faith is the virtue of the storm, just as happiness is the virtue of sunshine.

Greedhas no satiation point, since its consummation does not fill the inner emptiness, boredom, loneliness, and depression it is meant to overcome.

One must first become a magician before one he can become a Kabbalist. As a Kabbalist, one works differently and more advantageously.

It was a thunderingly beautiful experience-voluptuous, sexual, dangerous, and expensive as hell.

Life is neither comedy or tragedy, life is what you make of it.

Artists do not run away from non-being, but by encountering and wrestling with it, force it to produce being.

The one measure of true love is: you can insult the other. --Slavoj Zizek

Everybody thinks I'm the weirdo in the family.