Gain cannot be made without some other person's loss.

Be charitable and indulgent to everyone but thyself.

Britannia needs no bulwarks No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain wave, Her home is on the deep.

The heart that loves is always young.

Great joy, especially after a sudden change of circumstances, is apt to be silent, and dwells rather in the heart than on the tongue.

What is dishonorably got, is dishonorably squandered.

The whole conviction of my life now rests upon the belief that loneliness, far from being a rare and curious phenomenon, peculiar to myself and to a few other solitary men, is the central and inevitable fact of human existence.

If you want to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can't buy.

O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side! -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 2.

The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.

Sure there have been injuries and deaths in boxing - but none of them serious

Feast of Perpetua, Felicity & their Companions, Martyrs at Carthage, 203 God in His providence has not allowed the survival of actual physical objects. But we have infinitely more than this, for instead of dead relics, however "authentic" and well preserved, we have a living life-line, stretching unbroken to Christ Himself. We have all the comfort and security that comes from historic tradition, but instead of being given the sad nostalgia of looking at an object and saying, "Look, how wonderful! This is what He touched then," we are given an evergreen memorial [in communion] which says, "This is what He touches now.".

Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.

There is so much good in the worst of us, and so much bad in the best of us, that it ill behaves any of us to find fault with the rest of us.

Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea, Why takest thou its melancholy voice, And with that boding cry Along the waves dost thou fly? Oh! rather, bird, with me Through this fair land rejoice!

My experience is that as soon as people are old enough to know better, they don't know anything at all.

How is it that so often . . . I get the feeling I've worked hard to learn something I already know, or knew, once.

What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet.

Look at growth, look at how much time people spend on the Net and look at the variety of things that they are doing. It's all really good, so I am actually encouraged by the fundamentals that underlie usage growth on the Net.

My idea of education is to unsettle the minds of the young and inflame their intellects.