Man thinks, God directs.

Buying books would be a good thing if one could also buy the time to read them in: but as a rule the purchase of books is mistaken for the appropriation of their contents.

Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.

We learn from history that we do not learn anything from history.

Marriage is a wonderful invention; but, then again, so is a bicycle repair kit.

My love is like a cabbage, divided into two, The leaves I give to others but the heart I give to you.

Gold's father is dirt, yet it regards itself as noble.

By the time you can make ends meet, they move the ends.

There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears: Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.

Who seeks for heaven alone to save his soul, May keep the path, but will not reach the goal; While he who walks in love may wander far, But God will bring him where the Blessed are.

Don't let young people tell you their aspirations; when they drop them they will drop you.

He who comes up to his own idea of greatness, must always have had a very low standard of it in his mind. - William Hazlitt,

No hands (sports cliche).

The business that considers itself immune to the necessity for advertising sooner or later finds itself immune to business.

I play in the low 80s. If it's any hotter than that, I won't play.

Feast of Polycarp, Bishop of Smyrna, Martyr, c.155 Grace tried is better than grace, and it is more than grace, it is glory in its infancy. I now see godliness is more than the outside and this world's passments and their buskings [i.e., ornaments and fine dress]. Who knoweth the truth of grace without a trial? O how little getteth Christ of us, but that which he winneth (to speak so) with much toil and pains! And how soon would faith freeze without a cross?

Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones.

It is not because the touch of genius has roused genius to production, but because the admiration of genius has made talent ambitious, that the harvest is still so abundant.

Each handicap is like a hurdle in a steeplechase, and when you ride up to it, if you throw your heart over, the horse will go along too.

Commemoration of Peter Chanel, Religious, Missionary in the South Pacific, Martyr, 1841 I know the road to Jericho It's in a part of town That's full of factories and filth. I've seen the folks go down, Small folk with roses in their cheeks And starlight in their eyes; And seen them fall among the thieves, And heard their helpless cries. The priests and Levites speeding by Read of the latest crimes In headlines spread in black and red Across the Evening Times. How hard for those in limousines To heal the heart of man! It was a slow-paced ass that bore The Good Samaritan.