Love is lost in immensities; it comes in simple, gentle ways.

Men build too many walls and not enough bridges.

We cannot tell what may happen to us in the strange medley of life. But we can decide what happens in us - how we can take it, what we do with it - and that is what really counts in the end.

More than an institution, more than a tradition, more than a society, Masonry is one of the forms of Divine life upon earth.

Belief is truth held in the mind; faith is a fire in the heart.

Not what we have, but what we use, not what we see, but what we choose, these are the things that mar or bless the sum of human happiness.

An egotist is not a man who thinks too much of himself; he is a man who thinks too little of other people.

A duty dodged is like a debt unpaid; it is only deferred, and we must come back and settle the account at last.

So many of us know what we are against, but not what we are for-what we disbelieve, not what we believe. A negative life easily becomes neutral and futile.

Every man has a train of thought on which he rides when he is alone.

Instead of criticizing Masonry, let us than God for one alter where no man is asked to surrender his liberty of thought and become an indistinguishable atom on a mass of sectarian agglomeration.

If we wish to have a beautiful, peaceful and safe home, we need healthy expanding roots that go deep into the ground. These roots are our Routine, our Stability, our Structure.

[G]ive nothing centrality, because writing is about continually shifting weight from one thing and moment to the other.

Myth: Feeding the banking sector gobs of welfare cash will bring about a recovery. Fact: Our leaders are only dedicated to preserving power

In the absence of any other proof, the thumb alone would convince me of God's existence.

To fight fear, act. To increase fear - wait, put off postpone.

It is a far greater thing that I do now, than I've ever done before.

The harmonica is the most voice-like instrument, you can make it wail, feel happy, or cry. It's like singing the blues without words.

In a way, we can have a much easier discussion about the future of technology than we can about why a young man kills another man in a war.

For me there was never a lot of glamor involved in being a junkie, it was about trying to hide the puke and bloodstains on my shirt.

I think sometimes all the charities are doing is mopping up the blood. It’s a shame.