Great thoughts, like great deeds, need No trumpet.

Feast of Thomas More, Scholar & Martyr, & John Fisher, Bishop & Martyr, 1535 We sometimes come to God, not because we love Him best, but because we love our possessions best; we ask Christ to "save Western civilization", without asking ourselves whether it is entirely a civilization that Christ could want to save. We pray, too often, not to do God's will, but to enlist God's assistance in maintaining our "continually increasing consumption". And yet, though Christ promised that God would feed us, he never promised that God would stuff us to bursting.

Democracy means simply the bludgeoning of the people by the people for the people.

Often the fear on one evil leads us into a worse.

He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

We are all in this together, by ourselves.

That's metaphysics, my dear fellow. It's forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won't take it.

What men usually ask for when they pray to God is, that two and two may not make four.

The work under our labour grows Luxurious by restraint.

It is faith among men that holds the moral elements of society together, as it is faith in God that binds the world to his throne.

No one is satisfied with his fortune, nor dissatisfied with his intellect.

There 's a skirmish of wit between them. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

People are not lazy. They simply have impotent goals-that is, goals that do not inspire them.

When day is done, and clouds are low, And flowers are honey-dew, And Hesper's lamp begins to glow Along the western blue; And homeward wing the turtle-doves, Then comes the hour the poet loves.

There are men who can write poetry, and there are men who can read balance sheets. The men who can read balance sheets cannot write.

Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, The bed be blest that I lye on.

Feast of Mary, Martha & Lazarus, Companions of Our Lord 'Twas an unhappy Division that has been made between Faith and Works; though in my Intellect I may divide them, just as in the Candle I know there is both Light and Heat. But yet, put out the Candle, and they are both gone.

The eftest way. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

You give me back, Phoebus, my bond for four hundred thousand sesterces; lend me rather a hundred thousand more. Seek some one else to whom you may vaunt your empty present: what I cannot pay you, Phoebus, is my own.