Nothing but the infinite Pity is sufficient for the infinite pathos of human life.

Meteorology has ever been an apple of contention, as if the violent commotions of the atmosphere induced a sympathetic effect on the minds of those who have attempted to study them.

Did you ever hear anyone say, 'That work had better be banned because I might read it and it might be very damaging to me'?

The seeds of great discoveries are constantly floating around us, but they only take root in minds well-prepared to receive them.

The person who thought there could be any real conflict between science and religion must be either very young in science or ignorant of religion.

All creeds and opinions are nothing but the mere result of chance and temperament.

My opponent left a glass of whisky 'en prise' and I took it 'en passant'.

The Logos was divine, not the divine Being himself.

In music, all hearts are revealed to us.

"The Church of England," I said, seeing that Mr. Inglesant paused, "is no doubt a compromise."

Just one moment of madnessCan rescind a lifetime of moments.Lord Heikan

Forming good values and beliefs comes by determining what they should be and then building them inside of you

I think God's really blessed me with patience. I'm good with a lot of things going on at once.

Baking cookies is comforting, and cookies are the sweetest little bit of comfort food. They are very bite-sized and personal.

Surely those who know the great passionate heart of Jehovah must deny their own loves to share in the expression of His.

The most important task of your life is not what you do, but who you become.

How do you invent a religion?” Evie asked. Will looked over the top of his spectacles. “You say, ‘God told me the following,’ and then wait for people to sign up.

For the devil is better pleased with coarse blockheads and with folks who are useful to nobody; because where such characters abound, then things do not go on prosperously here on earth.

Every year I'm doing different projects, concerts, touring, open-air festivals.

A farm is an irregular patch of nettles bounded by short-term notes, containing a fool and his wife who didn't know enough to stay in the city.

He and I had a bridge that no one else traveled that made us artistic lovers, passionate without a touch of the flesh. He made me thrive, and valuing that, I could do nothing that would endanger it.