Vir sapit qui pauca loquitur That man is wise who talks little

God is a concept by which we measure our pain.

The object of oratory alone is not truth, but persuasion.

'My country, right or wrong,' is a thing that no patriot would think of saying except in a desperate case. It is like saying, 'My mother, drunk or sober.'

There's a thing that keeps surprising you about stormy old friends after they die; their silence.

Feelings are everywhere -- be gentle.

Now the Name of Jesus is a concrete and powerful means of transforming men and women into their hidden, innermost utmost reality.

New occasions teach new duties, time makes ancient good uncouth; They must upward still and onward, who would keep abreast of truth.

You are at enmity with yourself.

When love's well-timed 'tis not a fault of love; The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise, Sink in the soft captivity together.

Forgiveness is a funny thing. It warms the heart and cools the sting.

The future of this republic is in the hands of the American voter.

In difficult and hopeless situations the boldest plans are the safest.

I never knew what real happiness was until I got married. And by then it was too late.

It's never too late-in fiction or in life-to revise. -Nancy Thayer.

If you want to understand your government, don't begin by reading the Constitution. Instead, read selected portions of the Washington telephone directory containing listings for all the organizations with titles beginning with the word National.

The Father and His Sons A father had a family of sons who were perpetually quarreling among themselves. When he failed to heal their disputes by his exhortations, he determined to give them a practical illustration of the evils of disunion; and for this purpose he one day told them to bring him a bundle of sticks. When they had done so, he placed the faggot into the hands of each of them in succession, and ordered them to break it in pieces. They tried with all their strength, and were not able to do it. He next opened the faggot, took the sticks separately, one by one, and again put them into his sons' hands, upon which they broke them easily. He then addressed them in these words: My sons, if you are of one mind, and unite to assist each other, you will be as this faggot, uninjured by all the attempts of your enemies; but if you are divided among yourselves, you will be broken as easily as these sticks.

I believe the sign of maturity is accepting deferred gratification.

The angel of spring, the mellow-throated nightingale.

Those who lack the capacity to achieve much in an atmosphere of freedom will clamor for power.