The greater our dread of crosses, the more necessary they are for us.

Exactness and neatness in moderation is a virtue, but carried to extremes narrows the mind.

All wars are civil wars, because all men are brothers.

The art of cookery is the art of poisoning mankind, by rendering the appetite still importunate, when the wants of nature are supplied.

A general rule for the good use of time is to accustom oneself to live in a continual dependence on the Spirit of God.

All earthly delights are sweeter in expectation than in enjoyment; but all spiritual pleasures more in fruition than in expectation.

The more you say, the less people remember.

The greatest of all crosses is self. If we die in part every day, we shall have but little to do on the last. These little daily deaths will destroy the power of the final dying.

Of all the duties enjoined by Christianity none is more essential and yet more neglected than prayer.

Let gratitude for the past inspire us with trust for the future.

How rare it is to find a soul quiet enough to hear God speak.

The most important thing is to be whatever you are without shame.

You can't start with imbalance and end with peace, be that in your own body, in an ecosystem or between a government and its people. What we need to strive for is not perfection, but balance.

Afghanistan has moved forward and Afghanistan will defend itself. And the progress that we have achieved, the Afghan people will not allow it to be put back or reversed.

The band? No way! There ain't no band. The band is not 'the band' right now. It's just three guys.

The dream is over. I gotta get down to reality. The good old days is garbage.

But the mind travels far - and mysteriously - in sleep.

If you respect your body enough to put modest clothes on, then more people will respect you as a person.

You teach your daughters the diameters of the planets and wonder when you are done that they do not delight in your company.

They are that same group, but I've got my own rivalristic problems. Is that a word, rivalristic? I've got my own rivalristic problems in the Eastern Conference.

the year she had run fleetly through the dewy grass under the moon- the night of wine, when dreams condensed out of thin air like the nightmilk of fantasy.