Princes that would their people should do well Must at themselves begin, as at the head; For men, by their example, pattern out Their limitations, and regard of laws: A virtuous court a world to virtue draws.

No scoundrel is so stupid as to not find a reason for his vile conduct.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come, And let my liver rather heat with wine Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

Some people, however long their experience or strong their intellect, are temperamentally incapable of reaching firm decisions.

The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extrahuman architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.

A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.

Times change. The vices of your age are stylish today.

It takes as much courage to have tried and failed as it does to have tried and succeeded.

Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back When gold and silver becks me to come on.

Simple is better.

I consider biennial elections as a security that the sober, second thought of the people shall be law.

Commemoration of John Mason Neale, Priest, Poet, 1866 Continuing a short series of verse on Christ: The day of resurrection! Earth, tell it out abroad; The passover of gladness, The passover of God. From death to life eternal, From this world to the sky, Our Christ hath brought us over With hymns of victory. Our hearts be pure from evil, That we may see aright The Lord in rays eternal Of resurrection light, And, list'ning to His accents, May hear, so calm and plain His own "All hail!" and, hearing, May raise the victor strain. Now let the heav'ns be joyful, Let earth her song begin, Let the round world keep triumph And all that is therein; Invisible and visible, Their notes let all things blend; For Christ the Lord has risen -- Our Joy that has no end.

Not Philip, but Phillip's gold, took the cities of Greece.

Blessed influence of one true loving human soul on another.

Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where.

"As often as you eat this bread and drink this cup".

What we can do for another is the test of powers; what we can suffer is the test of love.

Come, see the north-wind's masonry, Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, naught cares he For number or proportion.

The worst men often give the best advice.

No one has yet discovered any warlike purpose to be served by the theory of numbers or relativity, and it seems very unlikely that anyone will do so for many years.