There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery.

Commemoration of Samuel & Henrietta Barnett, Social Reformers, 1913 & 1936 It should be noted, at least by those who accept Christ's claim to be God, that he by no means fits into the picture of the "mystic saint". Those who are fascinated by the supposed superiority of the mystic soul might profitably compile a list of its characteristics and place them side by side with those of Christ. The results would probably expose a surprising conclusion. There is, in fact, no provision for a "privileged class" in genuine Christianity.

If you don't know where you want to go, we will make sure you get there.

But, spite of all the criticising elves, Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.

The kindest man, The best-condition'd and unwearied spirit In doing courtesies. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Whoever controls the media - the images - controls the culture.

When there's nothing on TV, most people will watch it anyway.

Let my name stand among those who are willing to bear ridicule and reproach for the truth's sake, and so earn some right to rejoice when the victory is won.

Familiarity doesn't breed contempt, it is contempt.

I never would believe that Providence had sent a few men into the world, ready booted and spurred to ride, and millions ready ;saddled and bridled to be ridden.

In nothing do men more nearly approach the gods than in giving health to men.

A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time And razure of oblivion. -Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.

The difficulty with marriage is that we fall in love with a personality, but must live with a character.

This is the Jew that Shakespeare drew.

During the minister's prayer one Sunday, there was a loud whistle from one of the back pews. Gary's mother was horrified. She pinched him into silence, and after church, asked: "Gary, whatever made you do such a thing?" Gary answered soberly: "I asked God to teach me to whistle. . . And He just then did!".

It's not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.

A crisis is a close encounter of the third kind.

Acting, First Rule of: Whatever happens, look as if you intended it to happen.

I would not want to be the one to tell parents of the last man to die in a war termed a mistake that he was dead.

What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare?