Feast of Josephine Butler, Social Reformer, 1906 Commemoration of Apolo Kivebulaya, Priest, Evangelist, 1933 How often we look upon God as our last and feeblest resource! We go to him because we have nowhere else to go. And then we learn that the storms of life have driven us, not upon the rocks, but into the desired haven.

Love is not just looking at each other, it's looking in the same direction. -Antoine de Saint-Exupery.

It's very hard! Oh, Dick, my boy, It's very hard one can't enjoy A little private spouting, But sure as Lear or Hamlet lives, Up comes our master, Bounce! and gives The tragic Muse a routing.

After a certain high level of technical skill is achieved, science and art tend to coalesce in esthetics, plasticity, and form. The greatest scientists are always artists as well.

I must respect the opinions of others even if I disagree with them.

We estimate the wisdom of nations by seeing what they did with their surplus capital.

But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloisters pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight; Casting a dim religious light.

One half of the world will never understand the other half, and it doesn't matter which half you're in.

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engend'red in the eyes, With gazing fed, and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies.

Your bounty is beyond my speaking; But though my mouth be dumb, my heart shall thank you.

The only reason some people get lost in thought is because it's unfamiliar territory.

Oh that I were seated as high as my ambition, I'd place my naked foot on the necks of monarchs.

We had the sky up there, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss whether they were made or just happened.

Author: A fool who, not content with having bored those who have lived with him, insists on tormenting generations to come.

Government is like a baby. An alimentary canal with a big appetite at one end and no sense of responsibility at the other.

Let us not speak of them; but look, and pass on.

A good orator is pointed and impassioned.

My lodging it is on the cold ground, and very hard is my fare, But that which troubles me most, is the unkindness of my dear.

He that is down need fear no fall.

These are the gloomy comparisons of a disturbed imagination; the melancholy madness of poetry, without the inspiration.