Women know The way to rear up children ; They know a simple, merry, tender knack Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes, And stringing pretty words that make no sense, And kissing full sense into empty words; Which things are corals to cut life upon, Although such trifles.

When God takes measure of a man.I've often heard it said.He always measures 'round the heart.But never 'round the head.

A smile is a curve that sets things straight.

Feast of Richard of Chichester, Bishop, 1253 Commemoration of Joseph Butler, Bishop of Durham, Moral Philosopher, 1752 The purpose of the covenant, in the Hebrew Bible and some subsequent writings, was never simply that the creator wanted to have Israel as a special people, irrespective of the fate of the rest of the world. The purpose of the covenant was that, through this means, the creator would address and save his entire world. The call of Abraham was designed to undo the sin of Adam.

when it rains, it pours.

Adopting the right attitude can convert a negative stress into a positive one.

Our whole constitutional heritage rebels at the thought of giving government the power to control men's minds.

Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing.

How good bad music and bad reasons sound when we march against an enemy.

Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.

It's not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness.

Man is a blind, witless, low brow, anthropocentric clod who inflicts lesions upon the earth.

Age--that period of life in which we compound for the vices that we still cherish by reviling those that we no longer have the enterprise to commit.

Ah, Hope! what would life be, stripped of thy encouraging smiles, that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of to-day, for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow.

O faithful conscience, delicately pure, how doth a little failing wound thee sore!

When the going gets tough-The tough go fishing!

With love and patience, nothing is impossible. -Daisaku Ikeda.

Vengeance has no foresight.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.

Loud is the summer's busy song The smallest breeze can find a tongue, While insects of each tiny size Grow teasing with their melodies, Till noon burns with its blistering breath Around, and day lies still as death.