God loves everyone, but probably prefers "fruit of the Spirit" over "religious nuts!".

There is an evening twilight of the heart, When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.

It is worse than a crime: it is a mistake.

So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue That, his apparent open guilt omitted-- I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife-- He lived from all attainder of suspects.

Most of us, when all is said and done, like what we like and make up reasons for it afterwards.

Copy from one, it's plagiarism; copy from two, it's research.

Experience teaches slowly, and at the cost of mistakes.

The whole town laughed at my great-grandfather, just because he worked hard and saved his money. True, working at the hardware store didn't pay much, but he felt it was better than what everybody else did, which was go up to the volcano and collect the gold nuggets it shot out every day. It turned out he was right. After forty years, the volcano petered out. Everybody left town, and the hardware store went broke. Finally he decided to collect gold nuggets too, but there weren't many left by then. Plus, he broke his leg and the doctor's bills were real high.

Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?

Since nothing we intend is ever faultless, and nothing we attempt ever without eror, and nothing we achieve without some measure of finitude and fallibility we call humanness, we are saved by forgiveness.

You don't have to blow out anothers candle to make yours shine bright.

For the Lord Jesus Christ's sake, Do all the good you can, To all the people you can, In all the ways you can, As long as ever you can.

Try moving off NT easily. You can move from Solaris to HP/UX to AIX or DEC easily relative to moving off of NT, which is like a Roach Motel. Once you check in, you never check out.

When I talked to him on the phone yesterday. I called him George rather than Mr. Vice President. But, in public, it's Mr. Vice President, because that is who he is.

Nothing endures but change. -Heraclitus.

We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.

You can tell more about a person by what he says about others than you can by what others say about him.

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

Every man meets his Waterloo at last.

The better part of one's life consists of his friendships.