The dead could not speak against the war from Vietnam. Who to speak for them if not Kerry?

What happens if you get scared half to death twice?.

My plenteous joys, Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow.

As scarce as truth is, the supply has always been in excess of the demand.

She comes majestic with her swelling sails, The gallant Ship: along her watery way, Homeward she drives before the favouring gales; Now flirting at their length the streamers play, And now they ripple with the ruffling breeze.

There seems to be a terrible misunderstanding on the part of a great many people to the effect that when you cease to believe you may cease to behave.

The Kid and the Wolf A kid standing on the roof of a house, out of harm's way, saw a Wolf passing by and immediately began to taunt and revile him. The Wolf, looking up, said, Sirrah! I hear thee: yet it is not thou who mockest me, but the roof on which thou art standing. Time and place often give the advantage to the weak over the strong.

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.

Anger is a noble infirmity; the generous failing of the just; the one degree that riseth above zeal, asserting the prerogative of virtue.

Pride does not wish to owe and vanity does not wish to pay.

Our life always expresses the result of our dominant thoughts.

True enough, the country is calm. Calm as a morgue or a grave, would you not say?

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you? -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Many things made me become a vegetarian, among them, the higher food yield as a solution to world hunger.

The purpose of art is to lay bare the questions which have been hidden by the answers.

Feast of Alban, first Martyr of Britain, c.209 Continuing a short series on authenticity: There is one growing persuasion of the present age which I hope this book may somewhat serve to stem -- not by any argument, but by... a healthy up stirring ... of the imagination and the conscience. In these days, when men are so gladly hearing afresh that "in Him there is no darkness at all"; that God, therefore could not have created any man if He knew that he must live in torture to all eternity; and that His hatred to evil cannot be expressed by injustice, itself the one essence of evil, -- for certainly it would be nothing less than injustice to punish infinitely what was finitely committed, no sinner being capable of understanding the abstract enormity of what he does, -- in these days has a arisen another falsehood, less, yet very perilous: thousands of half-thinkers imagine that, since it is declared with such authority that hell is not everlasting, there is then no hell at all. To such folly, I, for one, have never given enticement or shelter. I see no hope for many, no way for the divine love to reach them, save through a very ghastly hell. Men have got to repent; there is no other escape for them, and no escape from that.

The interior journey of the soul from the wilds of sin into the enjoyed presence of God is beautiful. Ransomed men need no longer pause in fear to the Holy of Holies. God wills that we should push on into His presence and live our whole life there.

Love builds bridges where there are none.

The only tyrannies from which men, women and children are suffering in real life are the tyrannies of minorities.

The most aggravating thing about the younger generation is that I no longer belong to it.