Crime wouldn't pay if the government ran it.

No great deed is done By falterers who ask for certainty.

Philosophy goes no further than probabilities, and in every assertion keeps a doubt in reserve.

A woman that is like a German clock, Still a-repairing, ever out of frame, And never going aright, being a watch, But being watched that it may still go right!

I take as my guide the hope of a saint: in crucial things, unity. . . in important things, diversity. . . in all things, generosity.

In God we trust; all others must pay cash.

If you fear making anyone mad, then you ultimately probe for the lowest common denominator of human achievement.

In indolent vacuity of thought.

Character is the sum and total of a person's choices.

Let observation with observant view, Observe mankind from China to Peru.

O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Deliberation is the work of many men. Action, of one alone.

With what presumption have we dared to voice "Thank You for home (although we hold the deed), Our acre, trees, and flowers (ours by choice), Our faithful dog and cat (though it's agreed No one can own the latter), each good book (A gift, or purchased), all else we foresaw That we should cherish, and have made to look Ours by possession (nine points of the law)." With what presumption have we called them ours, And even felt unselfish when we shared them-- When, if the truth be known, they have been Yours From the beginning, Lord! You have prepared them For us to borrow, using as our own: So thank You, Father, for this generous loan.

I'm at an age where I think more about food than I do about sex. Last week I put a mirror over my dining room table.

There is a marvelous turn and trick to British arrogance; its apparent unconsciousness makes it twice as effectual.

Feast of Francis of Assisi, Friar, Deacon, Founder of the Friars Minor, 1226 Be not afraid that thou art tempted, for the more thou art assailed by temptations, the greater friend and servant of God do I hold thee, and the greater love do I bear thee. Verily, I say to thee, let no man deem himself the perfect friend of God until he have passed through many temptations and tribulations... I am ready to endure patiently all things that my Lord would do with me.

We ought never to do wrong when people are looking.

Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection of nature. Were the world now as it was the sixth day, there were yet a chaos. Nature hath made one world, and art another. In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of God.

For God is not against us because of our sin. He is with us; against our sin.

A friend is, as it were, a second self.