The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.

Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.

Sing again, with your dear voice revealing A tone Of some world far from ours, Where music and moonlight and feeling Are one.

The glory of the nation rests in the character of her men. And character comes from boyhood. Thus every boy is a challenge to his elders.

One-half of knowing what you want is knowing what you must give up before you get it.

O, let her brother live: Thieves for the robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.

playin poker with the pros (he's dead).

He who has a thing to sell and goes and whispers in a well is not as apt to get the dollars as he who climbs a tree and hollers.

If a man works like a horse for his money, there are a lot of girls anxious to take him down the bridal path.

It's easier to apologize than ask for permission.

One must be truthful with oneself about one's own motives, especially if one is to survive in the world. It takes rigor, and it takes courage.

A coward, a most devout coward; religious in it.

And Tragedy should blush as much to stoop To the low mimic follies of a farce, As a grave matron would to dance with girls.

All your renown is like the summer flower that blooms and dies; because the sunny glow which brings it forth, soon slays with parching power.

The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it.

They converse as those who know that God hears.

It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else.

And angling too, that solitary vice, What Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.

One cannot subdue a man by holding back his hands. Lasting peace comes not from force.

Feast of Lancelot Andrewes, Bishop of Winchester, Spiritual Writer, 1626 Commemoration of Sergius of Radonezh, Russian Monastic Reformer, Teacher, 1392 Pierce that in you, that was the cause of Christ's piercing; that is sin and the lusts thereof. Look and be pierced with love of Him, who so loved you, that He gave Himself in this sort to be pierced for you. Look upon Him, and His heart opened, and from that gate of hope promise yourself, and look for all manner of things that good are: the deliverance from the evil of our present misery [and] the restoring to the good of our primitive felicity. Look back upon it with some pain; for one way or other, look upon it we must.