Patriots always talk of dying for their country and never of killing for their country.

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

Good orators, when they are out, they will spit. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

And wilt thou still be hammering treachery To tumble down thy husband and thyself From top of honor to disgrace's feet?

The royal kingcup bold Dares not don his coat of gold.

Better keep yourself clean and bright. You are the window through which you must see the world.

Out of compassion I destroy the darkness of their ignorance. From within them I light the lamp of wisdom and dispel all darkness from their lives.

Every man's life is a fairy-tale written by God's fingers.

It is not the place, nor the condition, but the mind alone that can make anyone happy or miserable.

Tolerance and celebration of individual differences is the fire that fuels lasting love.

Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.

Progressive art can assist people to learn not only about the objective forces at work in the society in which they live, but also about the intensely social character of their interior lives. Ultimately, it can propel people toward social emancipation.

And prate and preach about what others prove, As if the world and they were hand and glove.

Let the end try the man. -King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2.

What is it: is man only a blunder of God, or God only a blunder of man?

A timid question will always receive a confident answer.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear! -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.

A man may go into the field and say his prayer and be aware of God, or he may be in Church and be aware of God; but if he is more aware of Him because he is in a quiet place, that is his own deficiency and not due to God, Who is alike present in all things and places, and is willing to give Himself everywhere so far as lies in Him... He knows God rightly who knows Him everywhere.

Reading is to the mind, what exercise is to the body. As by the one, health is preserved, strengthened, and invigorated: by the other, virtue is kept alive, cherished, and confirmed.

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.