My heart is set. All goodly sport For my comfort Who shall me let?

Two beheadings out of six wives is too many.

Pastime with good company I love and shall, until I die. Grudge who list, but none deny! So God be pleased, thus live will I.

All is lost! Monks, Monks, Monks! So, now all is gone - Empire, Body, and Soul!.

I beseech you now with all my heart definitely to let me know your whole mind as to the love between us.

Whoever leads an auspicious life here and governs the commonwealth rightly, as my most noble father did, who promoted all piety and banished all ignorance, has a most certain way to heaven.

Hops are a wicked and pernicious weed.

You have sent me a Flanders mare.

All is lost. Monks, monks, monks!

Without causality in the world, there is no point in educating people, or making any moral or political appeal.

People don't really change, they just adapt to circumstances.

Faith is the switch that turns the impossible into possible.

Sometimes I think I prefer the storyteller in [Roman Vishniac] to the photographer. But aren't they one and the same?

Personal revelation, consecration of performance, attention to detail, and dependency on God-with these qualities you cannot fail.

People who feel insecure in social situations never miss a chance to exhibit their dominance over close, submissive friends, whomthey put down publicly, in front of everyone--by teasing, for example.

Our entire life, with our fine moral code and our precious freedom, consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are.

Much of what passes for quality on British television is no more than a reflection of the narrow elite which controls it and has always thought that its tastes were synonymous with quality.

You don't get into the mood to create – it's discipline.

In cathedral or cottage, the art of worship is an inner adventure; it is the personal practice of the presence of God.