Christianity has not been tried and found wanting; it has been found difficult and not tried.

Envy feeds on the living. It ceases when they are dead.

The reason the way of the transgressor is hard is because it's so crowded.

In order to truly master the comfort zone, you have to learn to love it.

For evil news rides post, while good news baits.

To be a great champion you must believe you are the best. If you're not, pretend you are.

If sensuality were happiness, beasts were happier than men; but human felicity is lodged in the soul, not in the flesh.

Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends, And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends; White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud Howl o'er the masts, and sing through every shroud: Pale, trembling, tir'd, the sailors freeze with fears; And instant death on every wave appears.

The gentleman is not in your books. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

I will play the swan, And die in music.

The education of a man is never completed until he dies.

I'd just as soon a beggar as king, And the reason I'll tell you for why; A king cannot swagger, not drink like a beggar, Nor be half so happy as I. . . . . Let the back and side go bare.

It is no hard matter to adhere to God while you are in the enjoyment of His comforts and consolations; but if you would prove your fidelity to Him, you must be willing to follow Him through the paths of dryness and desertion. The truth of a friend is not known while he is receiving favours and benefits from us; but if he remain faithful to us when we treat him with coldness and neglect, it will be a proof of the sincerity of his attachment.

Learn as though you would never be able to master it; hold it as though you would be in fear of losing it.

Some have the wisdom of old age and the energy of youth. Most have the wisdom of youth, and the energy of old age.

The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.

When the student is ready the teacher will appear.

Ever a glutton, at another's cost, But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.

We search the world for truth; we cull The good, the pure, the beautiful, From all old flower fields of the soul; And, weary seeker of the best, We come back laden from out quest, To find that all the sages said Is in the Book our mothers read.

A fever is an expression of inner rage.