My occupation now, I suppose, is jail inmate.

I don't know what tomorrow holds, but I know who holds tomorrow.

Before the curing of a strong disease, Even in the instant of repair and health, The fit is strongest. Evils that take leave, On their departure most of all show evil.

It is the fortunate who should extol fortune.

It is my ambition to say in ten sentences; what others say in a whole book.

He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed.

For every pass I caught in a game, I caught a thousand in practice.

What is more cruel than a tyrant's ear?

Feast of Augustine, Bishop of Hippo, Teacher, 430 But when does flesh receive the bread which He calls His flesh? The faithful know and receive the Body of Christ if they labor to be the body of Christ; and they become the body of Christ if they study to live by the Spirit of Christ: for that which lives by the Spirit of Christ is the body of Christ.

Stop the mindless wishing that things would be different. Rather than wasting time and emotional and spiritual energy in explaining why we don't have what we want, we can start to pursue other ways to get it.

As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring heaven.

Fortunate, indeed, is the man who takes exactly the right measure of himself and holds a just balance between what he can acquire and what he can use.

When we find ourselves wondering about the meaning of conditions and events, its always useful to ask, who profits?

The people who shape our lives and our cultures have the ability to communicate a vision or a quest or a joy or a mission.

And let our barks across the pathless flood Hold different courses.

A man who trims himself to suit everybody will soon whittle himself away.

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is!

The truth is, laughter always sounds more perfect than weeping. Laughter flows in a violent riff and is effortlessly melodic. Weeping is often fought, choked, half strangled, or surrendered to with humiliation.

Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure. -The Taming of the Shrew. Act iii. Sc. 2.

For it is truly bizarre for artists to be universally ranked among the giants, for generation after generation . . . and then be cast from the highest slopes of Parnassus to the lower slopes of art's ever-growing dust-heap.