Few people can be happy unless they hate some other person, nation, or creed.

O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side!

Feast of Christina Rossetti, Poet, 1894 A Better Resurrection I have no wit, no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numbed too much for hopes or fears. Look right, look left, I dwell alone; I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief No everlasting hills I see; My life is in the falling leaf: O Jesus, quicken me. My life is like a faded leaf, My harvest dwindled to a husk: Truly my life is void and brief And tedious in the barren dusk; My life is like a frozen thing, No bud nor greenness can I see: Yet rise it shall--the sap of spring; O Jesus, rise in me. My life is like a broken bowl, A broken bowl that cannot hold One drop of water for my soul Or cordial in the searching cold; Cast in the fire the perished thing; Melt and remould it, till it be A royal cup for Him, my King: O Jesus, drink of me.

Feast of the Holy Innocents The whole being of any Christian is Faith and Love... Faith brings the man to God, love brings him to men.

I think we do know the sweet Roman hand. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Unbeing dead isn't being alive.

The smaller the head, the bigger the dream.

Leadership is an action, not a position.

Don't rock the boat.

Everywhere one seeks to produce meaning, to make the world signify, to render it visible. We are not, however, in danger of lacking meaning; quite the contrary, we are gorged with meaning and it is killing us.

Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave, Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys. -Alphonse de Lamartine.

A pessimist is one who makes difficulties of his opportunities; an optimist is one who makes opportunities of his difficulties.

Oh Lord, help me to keep my big mouth shut until I know what I'm talking about.

At last now you can be what the old cannot recall and the young long for in dreams, yet still include them all.

New opinions are always suspected, and usually opposed, without any other reason but because they are not already common.

As they who make Good luck a god count all unlucky men.

Nothing is ever done beautifully which is done in rivalship: or nobly, which is done in pride.

CHRISTMAS DAY Thou hast not made, or taught me, Lord, to care For times and seasons -- but this one glad day Is the blue sapphire clasping all the lights That flash in the girdle of the year so fair When thou wast born a man -- because alway Thou wast and art a man through all the flights Of thought, and time, and thousandfold creation's play.

Fundamentally, all writing is about the same thing; it's about dying, about the brief flicker of time we have here, and the frustration that it creates.