Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

Before marriage a man yearns for a woman. Afterward the "y" is silent.

We can be knowledgeable with other men's knowledge but we cannot be wise with other men's wisdom.

You may be disappointed if you fail, but you are doomed if you don't try.

Justice is that virtue of the soul which is distributive according to desert.

Ask, and it shall be given you, seek, and you shall find, knock and it shall be opened unto you. For every one that asketh receiveth, and he that seeketh findeth, and to him that knocketh it shall be opened. .

Men, for the sake of getting a living forget to live.

A kiss can be a comma, a question mark, or an exclamation point.

May you live all the days of your life.

How well I have learned that there is no fence to sit on between heaven and hell. There is a deep, wide gulf, a chasm, and in that chasm is no place for any man.

The universe is made up of stories, not of atoms.

We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of human freedoms - to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances - to choose one's own way.

A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun, It gives a light to every age, It gives, but borrows none.

It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishment the scroll. I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.

For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass. -John Steinbeck.

What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures of these meditations are no less a part of the structure of reality.

And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.

And let these altars, wreathed with flowers And piled with fruits, awake again Thanksgivings for the golden hours, The early and the latter rain!

It is not how much you do, but how much Love you put into the doing that matters. -Mother Teresa.