Prayer carries us half way to God, fasting brings us to the door of His palace, and alms-giving procures us admission.

The game is my life. It demands loyalty and responsibility, and it gives me back fulfillment and peace.

Patriotism is the willingness to kill and be killed for trivial reasons.

The trouble with unemployment is that the minute you wake up in the morning you're on the job.

That man is worthless who knows how to receive a favor, but not how to return one.

Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!

It's time to reappreciate the original software: paper.

O heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.

Our rural ancestors with little blest, Patient of labour when the end was rest, Indulg'd the day that hous'd their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.

There can be no piece of mind in love, since the advantage one has secured is never anything but a fresh starting-point for future desires.

Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.

One might say that the true subject of the horror genre is the struggle for recognition of all that our civilization represses and oppresses.

Wagner's music is better than it sounds.

Ability is what you're capable of doing. Motivation determines what you do. Attitude determines how well you do it.

When you get something for nothing, you just haven't been billed for it yet.

The sun, too, shines into cesspools, and is not polluted.

Tell me thy company and I will tell thee what thou art.

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.

Commemoration of Maximilian Kolbe, Franciscan Friar, Priest, Martyr, 1941 That fear which keeps from sin and excites the soul to cleave more firmly to God, be the object of it what it will, is no servile fear, but a holy fear and due reverence unto God and His word.

I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat away those blushes. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.