Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. 'Tis the majority In this, as all, prevails Assent, and you are sane; Demur,--you're straightway dangerous, And handled with a chain.

Feast of Jeremy Taylor, Bishop of Down & Connor, Priest, Teacher, 1667 Commemoration of Florence Nightingale, Social Reformer, 1910 Commemoration of Octavia Hill, Worker for the Poor, 1912 Let us not inquire into the affairs of others that concern us not, but be busied within ourselves and our own spheres; ever remembering that to pry into the actions or interests of other men not under our charge may minister to pride, to tyranny, to uncharitableness, to trouble, but can never consist with modesty; unless where duty or the mere intentions of charity and relation do warrant it... Knock, therefore, at the door before you enter upon your neighbor's privacy: and remember, that there is no difference between entering his house and looking into it.

Strike an average between what a woman thinks of her husband a month before she marries him and what she thinks of him a year afterward, and you will have the truth about him. -H.L. Mencken.

A maiden born when Autumn leaves Are rustling in September's breeze, A Sapphire on her brow should bind, 'Twill cure diseases of the mind.

The true musician is to bring light into people's hearts.

Do you wonder for what reason, Theodorus, notwithstanding your frequent requests and importunities, I have never presented you with my works? I have an excellent reason; it is lest you should present me with yours.

To swear, except when necessary, is becoming to an honorable man.

Cunning men deal in generalizations.

The law is a strange thing. It makes a man swear to tell the truth, and every time he shows signs of doing so, some lawyer objects.

Truth...never comes into the world but like a Bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her forth.

We take the shortest route to the puck and arrive in ill humor.

When something happens to you, you either let it defeat you, or you defeat it.

A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.

'Tis not amiss, ere ye're giv'n o'er, To try one desp'rate med'cine more; For where your case can be no worse, The desp'rat'st is the wisest course.

What precious drops are those, Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?

Over and over again mediocrity is promoted because real worth isn't to be found.

The Conob Indians of northern Guatemala... describe love as "my soul dies." Love is such that, without experiencing the joy of union with the object of our love, there is a real sense in which "the soul dies." A man who loves God according to the Conob idiom would say "my soul dies for God." This not only describes the powerful emotion felt by the one who loves, but it should imply a related truth -- namely, that in true love there is no room for self. The man who loves God must die to self. True love is, of all emotions, the most unselfish, for it does not look out for self but for others. False love seeks to possess; true love seeks to be possessed. False love leads to cancerous jealousy; true love leads to a life-giving ministry.

Grace is but glory begun, and glory is but grace perfected.

What are ye orbs? The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?

Only the more rugged mortals should attempt to keep up with current literature.