Resist beginnings: it is too late to employ medicine when the evil has grown strong by inveterate habit.

The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witching of the soft blue sky!

No shit, sherlock.

When aiming for the common denominator, be prepared for the occasional division by zero.

Heaven has a road, but no one travels it; Hell has no gate but men will dig to get there.

Those graceful groves that shade the plain, Where Tiber rolls majestic to the main, And flattens, as he runs, the fair campagne.

As we were driving, we saw a sign that said "Watch for Rocks." Marta said it should read "Watch for Pretty Rocks." I told her she should write in her suggestion to the highway department, but she started saying it was a joke - just to get out of writing a simple letter! And I thought I was lazy!

No man provokes me with impunity.

It takes a wise man to handle a lie. A fool had better remain honest.

There is in St. Paul's definite, soul-stirring assertion of the wrath of God and the reality of the judgment at hand, a truth more profound than any that underlies our somewhat enfeebled ideas of universal benevolence and the determined progress of the race. There is something more true in his denunciation of idolatry as sin than in our denial that it is possible for a man to worship an idol, or in our suggestion that all idolatry is only a road to spiritual worship of the one true God... One day, I think, we shall return to these stern doctrines, realizing in them a truth more profound than we now know, and then we shall preach them with conviction, and, being convinced ourselves, we shall convince others.

There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murther in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell:.

Man is his own star, and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate, Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts, our angles are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

That puts it not unto the touch To win or lose it all.

Better bend than break.

Commemoration of Crispin & Crispinian, Martyrs at Rome, c.285 If I slip into the place that can be filled by Christ alone, making myself the first necessity to a soul instead of leading it to fasten upon Him, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings: Live so, my Love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home.

The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die.

I see, the jewel best enamelled Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still That others touch, and often touching will Wear gold; and no man that hath a name, By falsehood and corruption doth it shame.

He that will not reason is a bigot; he that cannot reason is a fool; and he that dares not reason is a slave.

Silence is argument carried on by other means.