In olden times an enemy was sometimes poisoned by a bouquet,--deceit sugar-coated.

Wherever you observe persecution, there is more than a probability that truth lies on il the persecuted side.

Say the truth and shame the devil.

The poorest ploughman is in Christ equal with the greatest prince that is. Let them therefore have sufficient to maintain them.

Play the man, Mastre Ridley; we shall this day light such a cndle, by God's grace in England, as I trust shall never be put out.

Saviour! teach me, day by day, Love's sweet lesson to obey; Sweeter lesson cannot be, Loving Him who first loved me. Charity is the very livery of Christ.

As every lord giveth a certain livery to his servants, charity is the very livery of Christ. Our Saviour, Who is the Lord above all lords, would have His servants known their badge, which is love.

We may not be weaklings because we have a strong enemy.

When a man but half forgives his enemy, it is like leaving a bag of rusty nails to interpose between them.

O that our prelates would be as diligent to sow the corn of good doctrine, as Satan is to sow cockle and darnel!

Play the man Master Ridley we shall this day light such a candle by God's grace in England as I trust shall never be put out.

Do all the good you can. By all the means you can. In all the ways you can. In all the places you can. At all the times you can. To all the people you can. As long as ever you can.

When you understand the value of time, the resource and the wealth of time, you will be running away from the crowd, you will be running away from distractions.

Most people living in the world are confused about life

Read good books to improve yourself.

The undying motivation to achieve tremendous goals usually comes from acknowledging and having gratitude for small and big achievements.

Theist and atheist: The fight between them is as to whether God shall be called God or shall have some other name.

Behind this judicial wall of separation there is a tyranny of lies that will fall... I say to you, my friends, let it fall!

I have no intention of watching undersized Englishmen perched on horses with matchstick legs race along courses planned to amuse Nell Gwynn.

God is not a killjoy; he just opposes what kills joy.

Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction. We live in a space ship, dear.