To offend and judge are distinct offices, And of opposed natures.

Whoever, in middle age, attempts to realize the wishes and hopes of his early youth, invariably deceives himself. Each ten years of a man's life has its own fortunes, its own hopes, its own desires.

I consider him of no account who esteems himself just as the popular breath may chance to raise him.

In King Cambyses' vein. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

The great crimes of the twentieth century were committed not by money-grubbing capitalists but by dedicated idealists. Lenin, Stalin, and Hitler were contemptuous of money. The passage from the nineteenth to the twentieth century has been a passage from considerations of money to considerations of power. How naive the cliche that money is the root of evil!

Wealth is the product of man's capacity to think.

The cure for anything is saltwater--sweat, tears, or the sea.

He that loseth wealth, loseth much; he that loseth friends, loseth more; but he that loseth his spirit loseth all.

Ride the air In whirlwind.

We tell our triumphs to the crowds, but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.

Our chief want in life is somebody who shall make us do what we can.

For many persons, law appears to be black magic--an obscure domain that can be fathomed only by the professional initiated into the mysteries.

Every one ought to bear patiently the results of his own conduct.

At the earliest drawings of the fractal curve, few clues to the underlying mathematical structure will be seen.

One ought to seek out virtue for its own sake, without being influenced by fear or hope, or by any external influence. Moreover, that in that does happiness consist. -Diogenes Laertius.

The computer is a moron.

A science which does not bring us nearer to God is worthless. ... Simone Weil August 18, 2000 My biological work convinced me that the One who was declared dead by Nietzsche, and silent by Sartre, actually is very much alive and speaking to us through all things. ... C. J. Briejèr, letter to Rachel Carson August 19, 2000 The Christian cell in a factory or a professional circle, funding its own activities, deciding its own pattern of work, studying the Bible and perhaps celebrating the Lord's supper as an entity on its own, comes very much closer to Independency as Robert Browne saw it than the unholy isolationism of a prosperous suburban church, with 200 members who scarcely know each other by sight. If a sizable proportion of the Free Church ministry were enabled to become itinerant once again -- not necessarily itinerant in the geographical sense, but itinerant in the complex mazes of contemporary society, fathers in God to Christian organisms evolved by the lay men and women who spend their lives in these mazes -- new heart would be put into both ministry and laity, and incidentally, new impetus given to the search for Christian unity.

Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come snow, we will stand by each other, however it blow.

Ah! my heart is weary waiting, Waiting for the May: Waiting for the pleasant rambles Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles, Where the woodbine alternating, Scent the dewy way; Ah! my heart is weary, waiting, Waiting for the May.

It is a mathematical fact that the casting of this pebble from my hand alters the centre of gravity of the universe.