The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

The heart will break, but broken live on.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

Rebuilding relationship requires a lifelong discipline and commitment.

America is a post-Christian nation only in the sense that we have built a tenement on the foundation of a palace.

The fault of bad taste is usually in over-dressing. Quality not effect, is the standard to seek for.

No economy, no matter how bad, can hold down a goal that is followed by enough action.

The problem is, of course, that not only is economics bankrupt but it has always been nothing more than politics in disguise ... economics is a form of brain damage.

I prefer the old theaters because the audience is... trapped.

Lord, give me firmness without hardness, steadfastness without dogmatism, love without weakness.

The crafty person is always in danger; and when they think they walk in the dark, all their pretenses are transparent.

I don't accept the argument of people like David Horowitz that the government should impose some sort of predetermined political balance on academic research.

Stopping the endless pursuit of getting somewhere else is the perhaps most beautiful offering we can make to our spirit.