If a man is proud of his wealth, he should not be praised until it is known how he employs it.

My wife's jealousy is getting ridiculous. The other day she looked at my calendar and wanted to know who May was.

Nothing is particularly hard if you divide it into small jobs.

The pretty and sweet manner of it forced Those waters from me which I would have stopped; But I had not so much of man in me, And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.

If heaven send no supplies, The fairest blossom of the garden dies.

And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.

What was hard to suffer is sweet to remember.

To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men--that is genius.

The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The Moon, their Mistress, had expired before; The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd; darkness had no need Of aid from them--she was the Universe.

But 'twas a maxim he had often tried, That right was right, and there he would abide.

Baseball ought never be hurried. It is the only unhurried institution we have left, which is one reason, I think, we love it.

Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a. A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.

Vice may be learnt, even without a teacher.

Responsibility and danger do not tend to free or stimulate the average person's mind- rather the contrary; but wherever they do liberate an individual's judgement and confidence we can be sure that we are in the presence of exceptional ability.

O heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.

C. S. Lewis Centennial Holding [the Way of Affirmation], we see that every created thing is, in its degree, an image of God, and the ordinate and faithful appreciation of that thing a clue, which, truly followed, will lead back to Him. Holding [the Way of Rejection], we see that every created thing, the highest devotion to moral duty, the purest conjugal love, the saint and the seraph, is no more than an image; that every one of them, followed for its own sake and isolated from its source, becomes an idol whose service is damnation.

To whom much is given, much is required.

I feel in every smile a chain.

Nevertheless the passions, whether violent or not, should never be so expressed as to reach the point of causing disgust; and music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music.

Oh! Why should the spirit of mortal be proud? Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast flying cloud, A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, Man passes from life to his rest in the grave.