Why, our battalia trebles that account: Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength, Which they upon the adverse faction want.

What is the end of study, let me know? What, that to know which else we should not know. Things hid and barred, you mean, from common sense? Ay, that is study's godlike recompense.

Christmas is for children. But it is for grown-ups too. Even if it is a headache, a chore, and a nightmare, it is a period of necessary defrosting of chilled hidebound hearts.

This novel is not to be tossed lightly aside, but hurled with great force.

Feast of Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Teacher, Martyr, 1945 There remains for us only the very narrow way, often extremely difficult to find, of living every day as though it were our last, and yet living in faith and responsibility as though there were to be a great future.

Devotion is neither more nor less than a prompt, fervent, loving service to God. And the difference between an ordinarily good man and one that is devout lies herein, that the first observes God's commands without any special fervour or promptitude; whereas the latter not only keeps them, but does it willingly, earnestly, and resolutely.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal, Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.

Isn't it strange? The same people who laugh at gypsy fortune tellers take economists seriously.

Sin makes its own hell, and goodness its own heaven.

I can write good songs. I can sing 'em, and I mean it, I mean it deeply, and I pour everything into that. Other than that, I suck.

The wind's in the east. . . . I am always conscious of an uncomfortable sensation now and then when the wind is blowing in the east.

The three signs of great men are -- generosity in the design, humanity in the execution, moderation in success.

The art of love ... is largely the art of persistence.

How far you go in life is determined by how tender you are with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with those striving, and tolerant with the weak and strong, because some day in life you will have been all of them.

These Winter nights against my window-pane Nature with busy pencil draws designs Of ferns and blossoms and fine spray of pines, Oak-leaf and acorn and fantastic vines, Which she will make when summer comes again-- Quaint arabesques in argent, flat and cold, Like curious Chinese etchings.

Don't get good at doing something if you don't like doing it.

The whole earth is the brave man's country.

Diseases desperate grown By desparate appliance are relieved, Or not at all.

The perfect bureaucrat everywhere is the man who manages to make no decisions and escape all responsibility.

Vigny, more secretAs if in his tower of ivory, retired before noon."N.B.: Vigny refers to Comte de Vigny, who locked himself in an ivory tower to work without the influences of man and desire. - Pensees d'Aout.