I'm all ears.

Never give anyone total access to your pockets, your pockets, your purse or your mind.

Feast of John Coleridge Patteson, First Bishop of Melanesia, & his Companions, Martyrs, 1871 Knowing God is more than knowing about Him; it is a matter of dealing with Him as He opens up to you, and being dealt with by Him as He takes knowledge of you. Knowing about Him is a necessary precondition of trusting in Him, but the width of our knowledge about Him is no gauge of our knowledge of Him.

He who has not been at a tavern knows not what a paradise it is. O holy tavern! O miraculous tavern!--holy, because no carking cares are there, nor weariness, nor pain; and miraculous, because of the spits, which themselves turn round and round!

And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.

A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but they have heads like a soapboiler's.

Whenever people say "we mustn't be sentimental", you can take it they are about to do something cruel. And if they add, "we must be realistic", they mean they are going to make money out of it. -Brigid Brophy.

And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.

A very man--not one of nature's clods-- With human failings, whether saint or sinner: Endowed perhaps with genius from the gods But apt to take his temper from his dinner.

[At the Garden of Olives Monastery] "Why are you all so quiet all the time?" I say, still whispering at him in this hoarse voice. "We are teachers and workers," he says, "not talkers." "Workers, O.K.," I say, "but how can a teacher be quiet all the time and teach anybody anything?" "Christ was the best," he says, thinking of something. "He lived thirty-three years. Thirty years he kept quiet; three years he talked. Ten to one for keeping quiet.".

All say, "How hard it is that we have to die"--a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.

Stress is basically a disconnection from the earth, a forgetting of the breath. Stress is an ignorant state. It believes that everything is an emergency. Nothing is that important. Just lie down.

Here lies who, born a man, a grocer died.

Exactness and neatness in moderation is a virtue, but carried to extremes narrows the mind.

Perfect freedom is reserved for the man who lives by his own work and in that work does what he wants to do.

Digestive cheese, and fruit there sure will be.

Never bolt your door with a boiled carrot.

Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing happened.

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.

Education is the fire-proofer of emotions.