It is base to filch a purse, daring to embezzle a million, but it is great beyond measure to steal a crown. The sin lessens as the guilt increases.

The opposite of love, I have found, is not hate, but indifference.

One does not lash what lies at a distance. The foibles that we ridicule must at least be a little bit our own. Only then will the work be a part of our own flesh. The garden must be weeded.

The virtue of her lively looks Excels the precious stone; I wish to have none other books To read or look upon.

In death a hero, as in life a friend!.

Go far--too far you cannot, still the farther The more experience finds you: And go sparing;-- One meal a week will serve you, and one suit, Through all your travels; for you'll find it certain, The poorer and the baser you appear, The more you look through still.

Nine-tenths of wisdom consists in being wise in time.

Pain is no longer pain when it is past.

Man's many desires are like the small metal coins he carries around in his pocket. The more he has, the more they weigh him down.

My fond affection thou hast seen, Then judge of my regret To think more happy thou hadst been If we had never met! And has that thought been shared by thee? Ah, no! that smiling cheek Proves more unchanging love for me Than labor'd words could speak.

By the street of by-and-by, one arrives at the house of never.

An optimist is a man who has never had much experience.

Anybody who thinks talk is cheap has never argued with a traffic cop. -Henny Youngman.

Insanity -- a perfectly rational adjustment to an insane world.

Buying on trust is the way to pay double.

Feast of Francis of Assisi, Friar, Deacon, Founder of the Friars Minor, 1226 The great wonder is the living fountain of love and joy which Christ poured into and through this 'poor little man'. [Francis] always knew where the real miracle lay. It was not in things that happened to his body, though they were wonderful enough. It was not to be found in the fact that birds and beasts, even the wolf of Gubbio, felt the spell of his spirit. It was the radiance of light and love breaking across the darkness and hate of the world and his time. He loved lepers. He loved robbers and changed their lives. He loved beggars in their rags. He loved rich men, too, and members of the Church, who needed him as much as the robbers did. He brought Christianity out of forms and creeds and services into the open air, in action and into the movements of life. He changed the entire line of march of religion in the Western World. Brother Masseo, half jesting, asked him once why the whole world was running after him, not very comely, not very wise, not of noble birth. "Why after thee?" "God chose me," Francis answered, "because He could find no one more worthless, and He wished by me to confound the nobility and grandeur, the strength and beauty and learning of the world." But the real answer is that here at last in this wonderful man was an organ of that Spirit which was in Christ, and a marvelous transmitter of it to the world. The divine agape went out into men's lives through him. Here was a childlike lover of men, ready, if need be, to be crucified for love, but also ready in humble everyday tasks to reveal this love.

I used to think I had ambition . . . but now I'm not so sure. It may have been only discontent. They're easily confused.

As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat.

To stop the flow of music would be like the stopping of time itself, incredible and inconceivable.

I don't deserve this award, but I have arthritis, and I don't deserve that, either.