Man's biggest mistake is to believe that he's working for someone else.

The cell phone has transformed public places into giant phone-a-thons in which callers exist within narcissistic cocoons of private conversations. Like faxes, computer modems and other modern gadgets that have clogged out lives with phony urgency, cell phones represent the 20th Century's escalation of imaginary need. We didn't need cell phones until we had them. Clearly, cell phones cause not only a breakdown of courtesy, but the atrophy of basic skills.

For a man to attain to an eminent degree in learning costs him time, watching, hunger, nakedness, dizziness in the head, weakness in the stomach, and other inconveniences.

It began of nothing and in nothing it ends.

Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion that their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.

Everyone in our culture wants to win a prize. Perhaps that is the grand lesson we have taken with us from kindergarten in the age of perversions of Dewey-style education: everyone gets a ribbon, and praise becomes a meaningless narcotic to soothe egoistic distemper.

The tree of knowledge is not that of life.

A root is a flower that disdains fame.

We are the voices of the wandering wind, Which moan for rest and rest can never find; Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life, A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.

Continuing a short series on forgiveness: "The law of Jehovah is perfect, restoring the soul" (Psa 19:7). Most laws condemn the soul and pronounce sentence. The result of the law of my God is perfect. It condemns but forgives. It restores - more than abundantly - what it takes away.

I'm not allowed to comment on lousy officiating.

For ever and a day. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Make me to see't; or at the least so prove it That the probation bear no hinge nor loop To hang a doubt on--or woe upon thy life!

Things do not change; we change.

Give light, and the darkness will disappear of itself.

All men of action are dreamers.

Have you not heard the poets tell How came the dainty Baby Bell Into this world of ours?

We must be the change we wish to see in the world.

Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow; it empties today of its strength.

Feast of Aidan, Bishop of Lindisfarne, Missionary, 651 Commemoration of Cuthburga, Founding Abbess of Wimborne, c.725 Commemoration of John Bunyan, Spiritual Writer, 1688 Christians are like the flowers in a garden, that have each of them the dew of Heaven, which, being shaken with the wind, they let fall at each other's roots, whereby they are jointly nourished, and become nourishers of each other.