The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

It is better to be faithful than famous.

Yet ah! why should they know their fate?Since sorrow never comes too late,And happiness too swiftly flies.Thought would destroy their paradise.No more; where ignorance is bliss,'Tis folly to be wise. - Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College.

Ulcers are something you get from mountain climbing over molehills.

You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race.

As long as there is a chance of the world getting through its troubles, I hold that a reasonable man must behave as though he were sure of it. If at the end your cheerfulness was not justified, at any rate you will have been cheerful.

Don't be afraid to feel as angry or as loving as you can, because when you feel nothing, it's just death.

When a bishop visited one of his remoter parishes, he was surprised to find only five people in the congregation. He said to the vicar "Did you tell the people I was coming?." The vicar replied "No, but Heaven help the person who did!".

The genius of a good leader is to leave behind him a situation which common sense, without the grace of genius, can deal with successfully.

Faith in a holy cause is to a considerable extent a substitute for the lost faith in ourselves.

Real life seems to have no plots.

Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtile; natural philosophy, deep; morals, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend.

Even though you know a thousand things, ask the man who knows one.

And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame; And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame; But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star, Shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They Are!

No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer.

I have a passion for ballad. . . . They are the gypsy children of song, born under green hedgerows in the leafy lanes and bypaths of literature,--in the genial Summertime.

Whoe'er imagines prudence all his own, Or deems that he hath powers to speak and judge Such as none other hath, when they are known, They are found shallow.

Never wrestle with a strong man nor bring a rich man to court.

And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ, And seem a saint when most I play the devil. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3.

Jesus saw a man use his hand to cup water from a stream and Jesus threw away his cup. Jesus saw a woman comb her hair with her fingers and Jesus threw away his last possession: his comb. from The Islamic Jesus.