We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed The white of their leaves, the amber grain Shrunk in the wind,--and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain.

And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood, And thunder'd up into Heaven.

God does not treat us as our sins deserve, man treats us as our sins deserve.

It is strange... that the years teach us patience; that the shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting.

Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.

Open confession is good for the soul.

Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel.

Anything worth doing well is worth doing slowly.

The uncommitted life isn't worth living.

No tyrant need fear till men begin to feel confident in each other.

That person proves his worth who can make us want to listen when he is with us and think when he is gone.

In a mind all logic is like a knife blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.

Informal relationships are not mere minor interstitial supplements to the major institutions of society. These informal relationships not only include important decision-making processes, such as the family, but also produce much of the background social capital without which the other major institutions of society could not function nearly as effectively as they do.

I'm never less at leisure than when at leisure, or less alone than when alone.

And above all things have fervent charity among yourselves. for charity shall cover the multitude of sins.

I'm worried that the universe will soon need replacing. It's not holding a charge.

Many a crown Covers bald foreheads.

I'll show him/her how the cow eats corn.

There's such divinity doth hedge a king That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of his will.

--To live On means not yours--be brave in silks and laces, Gallant in steeds; splendid in banquets; all Not yours. Given, uninherited, unpaid for; This is to be a trickster; and to filch Men's art and labour, which to them is wealth, Life, daily bread;--quitting all scores with "friend, You're troublesome!" Why this, forgive me, Is what, when done with a less dainty grace, Plain folks call "Theft."