A Dwarfe on a Gyants shoulder sees further of the two.

Hail, O bleeding Head and wounded, With a crown of thorns surrounded, Buffeted, and bruised and battered, Smote with reed by striking shattered, Face with spittle vilely smeared! Hail, whose visage sweet and comely, Marred by fouling stains and homely, Changed as to its blooming color, All now turned to deathly pallor, Making heavenly hosts affeared!

My motto was always to keep swinging. Whether I was in a slump or feeling badly or having trouble off the field, the only thing to do was keep swinging.

Oliver Twist has asked for more.

A man I am, cross'd with adversity. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Who pants for glory, finds but short repose; A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.

The ocean: rocking cradle of the world, sunset stairway to the stars .. only by great masters trod, only written on by God.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.

If one is master of one thing and understands one thing well, one has at the same time, insight into and understanding of many things.

The light of other days is faded, And all their glories past.

In prosperity prepare for a change, in adversity hope for one.

With people of only moderate ability modesty is mere honesty; but with those who possess great talent it is hypocrisy.

Man learns more readily and remembers more willingly what excites his ridicule than what deserves esteem and respect.

A play is fiction and fiction is fact distilled into truth.

Feast of Evelyn Underhill, Mystical Writer, 1941 Formal prayer is a practical device, not a spiritual necessity. It makes direct suggestions to our souls: it reminds us of realities which we always tend to forget.

Over the hills and far away.

Teach us to give and not to count the cost.

Still believe that ever round you Spirits float who watch and wait; Nor forget the twain who found you Sleeping nigh the Golden Gate.

What we learn only through the ears makes less impression upon our minds than what is presented to the trustworthy eye.