She swore, i' faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful.

Mortal lovers must not try to remain at the first step; for lasting passion is the dream of a harlot and from it we wake in despair.

Others import yet nobler arts from France, Teach kings to fiddle, and make senates dance.

Simplicity is the final achievement. After one has played a vast quantity of notes and more notes, it is simplicity that emerges as the crowning reward of art.

How you spend your time is more important than how you spend your money. Money mistakes can be corrected, but time is gone forever. . -David Norris.

Wrong is but falsehood put in practice.

The healthy, the strong individual, is the one who asks for help when he needs it. Whether he has an abscess on his knee or in his soul.

Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of wayfaring men; that I might leave my people, and go from them! for they be all adulterers, an assembly of treacherous men.

A little birdie flew overhead a traffic light of green and red. From her diagonal point of view she saw both crimson and lime hue. Obey traffic rules? Birdies need not. Masters listen only to the inner voice of God.

give a man a fish, feed him for a day, teach a man to fish, feed him for life.

You can't expect to hit the jackpot if you don't put a few nickels in the machine.

Dear Lord, though I be changed to senseless clay, And serve the Potter as he turn his wheel, I thank Thee for the gracious gift of tears!

Youth condemns; maturity condones.

It stands to the everlasting credit of science that by acting on the human mind it has overcome man's insecurity before himself and before nature.

Hey! Mr. Tamborine Man, play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

If Dr. [John A. T.] Robinson is right in saying that "God is teaching us that we must live as men who can get on very well without him", then the Church has no need to say anything whatever to secularized man for that is precisely what secularized man already believes.

If I have not read a book before, it is, for all intents and purposes, new to me whether it was printed yesterday or three hundred years ago.

You should have printed what he meant, not what he said.

When the hollow drum has beat to bed And the little fifer hangs his head, When all is mute the Moorish flute, And nodding guards watch wearily, On, then let me, From prison free, March out by moonlight cheerily.

There is the love of knowing without the love of learning; the beclouding here leads to dissipation of mind.