Quiet is what home would be without children.

You know my method. It is founded upon the observance of trifles.

Weak withering age no rigid law forbids. With frugal nectar, smooth and slow with balm, The sapless habit daily to bedew, And give the hesitating wheels of life Gliblier to play.

What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures of these meditations are no less a part of the structure of reality.

Let our object be, our country, our whole country, and nothing but our country. - Daniel Webster,

This is the best world, that we live in, To lend and to spend and to give in: But to borrow, or beg, or to get a man's own, It is the worst world that ever was known.

The hole and the patch should be commensurate.

Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.

I am the Spirit that denies.

Pansies? You praise the ones that grow today Here in the garden; had you seen the place When Sutherland was living! Here they grew, From blue to deeper blue, in midst of each A golden dazzle like a glimmering star, Each broader, bigger than a silver crown; While here the weaver sat, his labor done, Watching his azure pets and rearing them, Until they seem'd to know his step and touch, And stir beneath his smile like living things: The very sunshine loved them, and would lie Here happy, coming early, lingering late, Because they were so fair.

Any fool can say he is wise but only someone wise can admit he is a fool.

If you're there before it's over, you're on time.

Anger is never without an argument, but seldom with a good one.

Commemoration of Charles de Foucauld, Hermit, Servant of the Poor, 1916 Assuredly there is but one way in which to achieve what is not merely difficult but utterly against human nature: to love those who hate us, to repay their evil deeds with benefits, to return blessings for reproaches. It is that we remember not to consider men's evil intention but to look upon the image of God in them, which cancels and effaces their transgressions, and with its beauty and dignity allures us to love and embrace them.

A king ruleth as he ought, a tyrant as he lists, a king to the profit of all, a tyrant only to please a few.

The 'Net is a waste of time, and that's exactly what's right about it.

Methought I say the footsteps of a throne. - William Wordsworth,

Our Union is river, lake, ocean, and sky: Man breaks not the medal, when God cuts the die! Though darkened with sulphur, though cloven with steel, The blue arch will brighten, the waters will heal!

The fall of dropping water wears away the stone.

Reading is like permitting a man to talk a long time, and refusing you the right to answer.