Time is money says the proverb, but turn it around and you get a precious truth. Money is time.

While forbidden fruit is said to taste sweeter, it usually spoils faster.

Pain is no evil unless it conquers us.

That which you cannot give away, you don't possess; it possesses you.

Alas! when duty grows thy law, enjoyment fades away.

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

Hark! that's the nightingale, Telling the self-same tale Her song told when this ancient earth was young: So echoes answered when her song was sung In the first wooded vale.

Imagination is intelligence having fun.

When I was a small boy growing up in Kansas, a friend of mine and I went fishing and as we sat there in the warmth of a summer afternoon on a riverbank we talked about what we wanted to do when we grew up. I told him that I wanted to be a real major-league baseball player, a genuine professional like Honus Wagner. My friend said that he'd like to be President of the United States. Neither of us got our wish.

Old books that have ceased to be of service should no more be abandoned than should old friends who have ceased to give pleasure.

Carry on, carry on, for the men and boys are gone, But the furrow shan't lie fallow while the women carry on.

All great ideas are dangerous.

Two men look out a window. One sees mud, the other sees the stars.

A wise God shrouds the future in obscure darkness.

I have only made this letter rather long because I have not had time to make it shorter.

O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 't were to buy a world of happy days. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4.

Pentecost Feast of Dunstan, Archbishop of Canterbury, 988 INSCRIPTION FOR A PULPIT "The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed." The hungry sheep, that crave the living Bread. Grow few, and lean, and feeble as can be, When fed not Gospel, but philosophy; Not Love's eternal story, no, not this, But apt allusion, keen analysis. Discourse well framed -- forgot as soon as heard -- Man's thin dilution of the living Word. O Preacher, leave the rhetorician's arts; Preach Christ, the Food of hungry human hearts; Hold fast to science, history, or creed, But preach the Answer to our human need, That in this place, at least, it may be said No hungry sheep looks up and is not fed.

Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.

Where the lion's skin falls short it must be eked out with the fox's.

As soon as sacrifice becomes a duty and necessity to mankind. I see no limit to the horizon which opens before him.