If you want to test your memory, try to recall what you were worrying about one year ago today.

Indolence is a delightful but distressing state, we must be doing something to be happy. Action is no less necessary than thought to the instinctive tendencies of the human frame.

a moment standing still for ever.

See, how these rascals use me! They will not let my play run, and yet they steal my thunder.

But here more slow, where all are slaves to gold, Where looks are merchandise, and smiles are sold.

It may do good; pride hath no other glass To show itself but pride, for supple knees Feed arrogance and are the proud man's fees.

All of us necessarily hold many casual opinions that are ludicrously wrong simply because life is far too short for us to think through even a small fraction of the topics that we come across.

When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

I add this, that rational ability without education has oftener raised man to glory and virtue, than education without natural ability.

Guilt is the source of sorrows, the avenging fiend that follows us behind with whips and stings.

What makes us discontented with our condition is the absurdly exaggerated idea we have of the happiness of others.

The best throw with the dice is to throw them away.

It is a perplexing and unpleasant truth that when men already have "something worth fighting for," they do not feel like fighting.

Be not angry that you cannot make others as you wish them to be, since you cannot make yourself as you wish to be. -Thomas a Kempis.

Making capitalism out of socialism is like making eggs out of an omelet.

Cards were at first for benefits designed, Sent to amuse, not to enslave the mind.

The world is not to be put in order, the world is order incarnate. It is for us to put ourselves in unison with this order.

There is so much bad in the best of us and so much good in the worst of us that it doesn't behoove any of us to talk about the rest of us.

Love me or hate me, but spare me your indifference.

Pentecost Feast of Dunstan, Archbishop of Canterbury, 988 INSCRIPTION FOR A PULPIT "The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed." The hungry sheep, that crave the living Bread. Grow few, and lean, and feeble as can be, When fed not Gospel, but philosophy; Not Love's eternal story, no, not this, But apt allusion, keen analysis. Discourse well framed -- forgot as soon as heard -- Man's thin dilution of the living Word. O Preacher, leave the rhetorician's arts; Preach Christ, the Food of hungry human hearts; Hold fast to science, history, or creed, But preach the Answer to our human need, That in this place, at least, it may be said No hungry sheep looks up and is not fed.