Virtue, the strength and beauty of the soul, Is the best gift of Heaven: a happiness That even above the smiles and frowns of fate Exalts great Nature's favourites: a wealth That ne'er encumbers, nor can be transferr'd.

But let judgment run down as waters, and righteousness as a mighty stream.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

The Devil is an ass, I do acknowledge it.

Giving advice to a stupid man is like giving salt to a squirrel.

God's patience is infinite. Men, like small kettles, boil quickly with wrath at the least wrong. Not so God. If God were as wrathful, the world would have been a heap of ruins long ago.

Rock journalism is people who can't write interviewing people who can't talk for people who can't read.

It is impossible that God should ever be the end, if He is not the beginning. We lift our eyes on high, but lean upon the sand; and the earth will dissolve, and we shall fall while looking at the heavens.

Those that will combat use and custom by the strict rules of grammar do but jest.

The real reason for not committing suicide is because you always know how swell life gets again after the hell is over.

If the prophecies of the Old Testament are not rightly interpreted of Jesus our Christ, then there is no prediction whatever contained in it of that stupendous event, the rise and establishment of Christianity, in comparison with which all the preceding Jewish history is as nothing. With the exception of the book of Daniel, which the Jews themselves never classed among the prophecies, and an obscure text of Jeremiah, there is not a passage in all the Old Testament which favours the notion of a temporal Messiah. What moral object was there, for which such a Messiah should come? What could he have been but a sort of virtuous Napoleon?

At the time, my grandparents told my mom, "Lordy, what is Shannen doing?" Now I've calmed down. .

For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. .

To the timid soul, nothing is possible.

An extravagance is anything you buy that is of no earthly use to your wife.

...to point at the moon a finger is needed, but woe to those who take the finger for the moon...

Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men.

Like Hezekiah's, backward runs The shadow of my days.

Are cats lazy? Well, more power to them if they are. Which one of us has not entertained the dream of doing just as he likes, when and how he likes, and as much as he likes?

This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here. No jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle. Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.