The purely agitation attitude is not good enough for a detailed consideration of a subject.

There is no real evil in life, except great pain; all the rest is imaginary, and depends on the light in which we view things.

Who overcomesBy force, hath overcome but half his foe.

Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life; Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign, Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife, And so turns wine to water back again. - Richard Crashaw,

Slanders are like flies, that pass all over a man's good parts to light on his sores.

It requires more courage to suffer than to die.

Respect is mutual, if you don't respect others viewpoints, chances are they won't acknowledge yours.

Bravery is the capacity to perform properly even when scared half to death.

But one thing is needful: and Math hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

Commemoration of Clement, Bishop of Rome, Martyr, c.100 When we say that the Scriptures are plain to all capacities in all things necessary, we mean that any man of ordinary capacity, by his own diligence and care, in conjunction with the helps and advantages which God hath appointed, and in the due use of them, may attain to the knowledge of everything necessary to his salvation; and that there is no book in the world more plain and better fitted to teach a man any art or science than the Bible is to direct and instruct men in the way to heaven.

If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.

If you want to lift yourself up, lift up someone else.

Feast of Christina Rossetti, Poet, 1894 At morn I plucked a rose and give it Thee, A rose of joy and happy love and peace, A rose with scarce a thorn: But in the chillness of a second morn My rose bush drooped, and all its gay increase Was but one thorn that wounded me. I plucked the thorn and offered it to Thee, And for my thorn Thou gavest love and peace, Not joy this mortal morn: If Thou hast given much treasure for a thorn, Wilt Thou not give me for my rose increase Of gladness, and all sweets to me? My thorny rose, my love and pain, to Thee I offer, and I set my heart in peace, And rest upon my thorn: For verily I think to-morrow morn Shall bring me Paradise, my gift's increase, Yea, give Thy very Self to me.

The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

I would rather lose in a cause that I know some day will triumph than to triumph in a cause that I know some day will fail.

But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

slow as shit through a tin horn.

Logic is the art of going wrong with confidence.

Good habits, which bring our lower passions and appetites under automatic control, leave our natures free to explore the larger experiences of life. Too many of us divide and dissipate our energies in debating actions which should be taken for granted.