We can do not great things - only small things with great love.

Sin in this country has been always said to be rather calculating than impulsive.

Feast of Thomas More, Scholar & Martyr, & John Fisher, Bishop & Martyr, 1535 We sometimes come to God, not because we love Him best, but because we love our possessions best; we ask Christ to "save Western civilization", without asking ourselves whether it is entirely a civilization that Christ could want to save. We pray, too often, not to do God's will, but to enlist God's assistance in maintaining our "continually increasing consumption". And yet, though Christ promised that God would feed us, he never promised that God would stuff us to bursting.

The next Augustan age will dawn on the other side of the Atlantic. There will, perhaps, be a Thucydides at Boston, a Xenophon at New York, in time a Vergil at Mexico, and a Newton at Peru. At last some curious traveller from Lima will visit England, and give a description of the ruins of St. Paul's, like the editions of Balbec and Palmyra.

In adversity it is easy to despise life; he is truly brave who can endure a wretched life.

A friend to all is a friend to none.

The nice thing about standards is, there are so many to choose from.

Change or die.

How could I have been anyone other than me?

I call myself a 'domestic goddess.'.

The little trouble in the world that is not due to love is due to friendship.

And wisely tell what hour o' th' day The clock does strike by Algebra.

O you virtuous owle, The wise Minerva's only fowle.

A thought which does not result in an action is nothing much, and an action which does not proceed from a thought is nothing at all.

Since such uncultivated and rude simplicity inspires greater reverence for itself than any eloquence, what ought one to conclude except that the force of Sacred Scripture is manifestly too powerful to need the art of words?

I would help others out of a fellow-feeling.

Keep five yards from a carriage, ten yards from a horse, and a hundred yards from an elephant; but the distance one should keep from a wicked man cannot be measured.

We call some books immortal! Do they live? If so, believe me, Time hath made them pure. In Books, the veriest wicked rest in peace.

I've now got the music book ready, Do sit up and sing like a lady A recitative from Tancredi, And something from "Palpiti!" Sing forte when first you begin it, Piano the very next minute, They'll cry "What expression there's in it!" Don't sing English ballads to me!

I despise the pleasure of pleasing people that I despise.