The discussing the characters and foibles of common friends is a great sweetness and cement of friendship.

The love of liberty is the love of others; the love of power is the love of ourselves.

A gentle word, a kind look, a good-natured smile can work wonders and accomplish miracles.

Grace has been defined as the outward expression of the inward harmony of the soul.

Do not keep on with a mockery of friendship after the substance is gone - but part, while you can part friends. Bury the carcass of friendship: it is not worth embalming.

There is no prejudice so strong as that which arises from a fancied exemption from all prejudice.

Those who are at war with others are not at peace with themselves.

The more we do, the more we can do; the more busy we are, the more leisure we have.

Fashion is gentility running away from vulgarity and afraid of being overtaken

I'm not smart, but I like to observe. Millions saw the apple fall, but Newton was the one who asked why.

We are very much what others think of us. The reception our observations meet with gives us courage to proceed, or damps our efforts.

Keep your prayer simple. Whatever confuses or complicates prayer is probably best forgotten.

When we encounter personal problems, those things most deeply personal are the most difficult to bring out for our logic to scan.

If you're being attacked from all sides, it's possible you're doing something right; it's also possible that you are doing everything wrong.

As men are affected in all ages by the same passions, the occasions which bring about great changes are different, but the causes are always the same.

I'm definitely musician and storyteller. But I always like to take an active role in things I care about socially and environmentally.

Before men ever wrote in clay they cast their words in verse and line, rythymbound in poets' minds, defying time and age.

You don't really know either of us," Cam said, standing and stepping away, "but you're prepared to choose right now, huh?

How we express ourselves in worship remains up in the air.

Dead fields under a November sky, scattered rose petals brown and turning up at the edges, empty pools scummed with algae, rot, decomposition, dust.

Obviously there's so much about me on the Internet that you can turn against me, and you can make me into any person you want.