To each his suff'rings: all are men, / Condemn'd alike to groan, / The tender for another's pain; / Th' unfeeling for his own.

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

I shall be but a shrimp of an author.

Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.

Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!

Men will believe anything at all provided they are under no obligation to believe it.

Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.

From toil he wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful night; Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.

For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but of power and of love and of calm and well balanced mind and discipline and self-control.

there is a truth in everyone that lies deep within

After meditation, it is a good idea to bow and offer your meditation to god, to that stillness and perfection that is existence. Feel that you are giving your meditation away.

It's not that difficult to win. It's more difficult to win consistently and stay on top.

I sort of think of myself as part priest, part clown.

We are very near the end, but have not and will not lose our good cheer.

History is representational, while time is abstract; both of these artifices may be found in museums, where they span everybody's own vacancy

I just am a Canadian. It is not a thing which you can escape from. It is like having blue eyes

Bricks are crumbling in places, and the front door is so swollen you have to push hard to get in

History belongs to the intercessors