You have to risk failure to succeed. The important thing is not to make one single mistake that will jeopardize the future.

All crime is a kind of disease and should be treated as such.

They can expect nothing but their labor for their pains. - Cervantes ,

A quiet conscience makes one so serene! Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

I give this heavy weight from off my head And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand, The pride of kingly sway from out my heart. With mine own tears I wash away my balm, With mine own hands I give away my crown, With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, With mine own breath release all duty's rites.

No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung, Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. Majestic silence.

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.

My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.

Feast of Monica, Mother of Augustine of Hippo, 387 What art Thou then, my God? What, but the Lord God? For who is Lord but the Lord? or who is God save our God? Most highest, most good, most potent, most omnipotent; most merciful, yet most just; most hidden, yet most present; most beautiful, yet most strong; stable, yet incomprehensible; unchangeable, yet all changing; never new, never old; all-renewing, and bringing age upon the Proud, and they know it not; ever working, ever at rest; still gathering, yet nothing lacking; supporting, filling, and over-spreading; creating, nourishing, and maturing; seeking, yet having all things. (Continued tomorrow).

This war in Vietnam is, I believe, a war for civilization. Certainly it is not a war of our seeking. It is a war thrust upon us and we cannot yield to tyranny.

It is a pretty mocking of the life.

Life is the continuous adjustment of internal relations to external relations.

Violence arises not out of superfluity of power but out of powerlessness.

Power tires only those who do not have it.

Now let us thank th' eternal power, convinc'd That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction: That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour, Serves but to brighten our future days!

O brave poets, keep back nothing; Nor mix falsehood with the whole! Look up Godward! speak the truth in Worthy song from earnest soul! Hold, in high poetic duty, Truest Truth the fairest Beauty.

Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.

The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tablets yet unbroken: The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers to the willing mind.

In every object there is inexhaustible meaning; the eye sees in it what the eye brings means of seeing.

Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies.