O passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race and make me strong.

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.

Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.

Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?

My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit.

Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.

What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.

Silence is more musical than any song.

I know that things get worse before they get better because that's what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.

Charlie Chaplin said something to the effect that humor is an act of defiance, that we must laugh in the face of our helplessness in the forces of nature or go insane. And where is he now? Dead.

The truth hurts, but those lies heal.

For every problem, there is a solution that is simple, neat, and wrong.

What I have found is that real friends stand by you.

One who has sinned cannot escape retribution in any other way than by repentance corresponding to his sin.

No one can motivate you to do anything. You motivate yourself, based on information you receive and how directly you can relate it to your own potential achievement.

I always feel that in politics, you have a bridle on. Well, I took the bridle off. And I tell you, it felt pretty good.

I've always been very skeptical about marriage, because I only want to do it once; I want to do it the right way.

Affectation discovers sooner what one is than it makes known what one would fain appear to be.