When you find yourself overpowered as it were by melancholy the best way is to go out and do something.

Peace is the first thing the angels sang.

And help us, this and every day, to live more nearly as we pray.

Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest-- But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest.

Once you make up your mind never to stand waiting and hesitating when your conscience tells you what you ought to do, and you have got the key to every blessing that a sinner can reasonably hope for.

Blest are the pure in heart, for they shall see our God. The secret of the Lord is theirs; Their soul is Christ's abode.

When you find yourself overpowered, as it were, by melancholy, the best way is to go out and do something.

If the Church of England were to fail, it would be found in my parish

Give us grace to listen well.

New every morning is the love Our waking and uprising prove, Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life and power and thought.

Why should we faint and fear to live alone,Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die?Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own,Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh.

Common sense is no match for the voice of God.

...[R]eal wisdom is the property of God, and... human wisdom has little or no value.

The more you know about something the less you fear about it.

There is no such thing as inner peace. There is only nervousness or death. Any attempt to prove otherwise constitutes unacceptable behavior.

Compassion allows us to accept everything. That's why there's always a tear in the eye of the Buddha that no one sees, for the pain and suffering of others.

Live daringly, boldly, fearlessly. Taste the relish to be found in competition - in having put forth the best within you.

Writing a story is like going down a path in the woods. You follow the path. You don't worry about getting lost. You just go.

I know what I want at least, and the older I get I think I'm better at getting it out of players and singers.

When, therefore, man lives according to man, not according to God, he is like the devil.

Let any stranger find mee so pleasant a county, such good way, large heath, three such places as Norwich, Yar. and Lin. in any county of England, and I'll bee once again a vagabond to visit them.