(The pig) hath a fair sepulchre in the grateful stomach of the judicious epicure - and for such a tomb might be content to die.

Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

The greatest pleasure I know, is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.

Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.

I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.

How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

A poor relation—is the most irrelevant thing in nature.

How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family's eye?

For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print.

My understanding from the Word of God is that I am supposed to preach for the maturation of the believer with a view that lost people are there.

The completely solitary self: that's where poetry comes from, and it gets isolated by crisis, and those crises are often very intimate also.

There is not a square inch in the whole domain of our human existence over which Christ, who is Sovereign over all, does not cry, Mine!

I'd walk and think about my entire life. I'd find my strength again, far from everything that had made my life ridiculous.

In the 1960s, Robert Venturi and I played a game we called ‘I can like something worse than you can like.’

Play along, the wink said. I'll get you out of this. At least Artemis hoped this was what his wink communicated and not something like 'Any chance of another kiss later?

I'm bad at rationalisation - very bad.

They are not the best students who are most dependent on books. What can be got out of them is at best only material; a man must build his house for himself.

Nothing is more binding than the friendship of companions-in-arms.

It is the excitement of becoming - always becoming, trying, probing, falling, resting, and trying again- but always trying and always gaining