Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.

The soil of their native land is dear to all the hearts of mankind.

Statistics are like bikinis. What they reveal is suggestive, but what they conceal is vital.

It is only too easy to make suggestions and later try to escape the consequences of what we say.

The brave are born from the brave and good. In steers and in horses is to be found the excellence of their sire, nor do savage eagles produce a peaceful dove.

How are the mighty fallen in the midst of battle! O Jonathan, thou wast slain in thine high places.

Donkeys have the courage to bray after the death of a lion. .

To see and listen to the wicked is already the beginning of wickedness.

Nature acts without masters.

Our supplies of natural resources are not finite in any economic sense. Nor does past experience give reason to expect natural resources to become more scarce. Rather, if history is any guide, natural resources will progressively become less costly, hence less scarce, and will constitute a smaller proportion of our expenses in future years.

Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and that must be Our chastisement or recompense.

Old dog Tray's ever faithful; Grief can not drive him away; He is gentle, he is kind-- I shall never, never find A better friend than old dog Tray!

Author: A fool who, not content with having bored those who have lived with him, insists on tormenting generations to come.

Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have: And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I've got to keep breathing. It'll be my worst business mistake if I don't.

He who desires to become a spiritual man must not be ever taking note of others, and above all of their sins, lest he fall into wrath and bitterness, and a judging spirit towards his neighbors.

When the same man, or set of men, holds the sword and the purse, there is an end of liberty.

If the misery of the poor be caused not by the laws of nature, but by our institutions, great is our sin.

I just read this great science fiction story. It's about how machines take control of humans and turn them into zombie slaves! ... HEY! What time is it?? My TV show is on!

Nothing is so swift as calumny, nothing is more easily propagated, nothing more readily credited, nothing more widely circulated.