Love blinds us to faults, but hatred blinds us to virtues.

Eye Contact: A method utilized by a single woman to communicate to a man that she is interested in him. Despite being advised to do so, many women have difficulty looking a man directly in the eyes, not necessarily due to the shyness, but usually due to the fact that a woman's eyes are not located in her chest.

It must require an inordinate share of vanity and presumption, too, after enjoying so much that is good and beautiful on earth, to ask the Lord for immortality in addition to all.

Anger ventilated often hurries towards forgiveness; anger concealed often hardens into revenge.

Few people can be happy unless they hate some other person, nation, or creed.

O! lady, we receive but what we give, And in our life alone doth nature live; Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud!

There's a grim one-horse hearse in a jolly round trot; To the churchyear a pauper is going I wot; The road it is rough, and the hearse has no springs, And hark to the dirge that the sad driver sings-- Rattle his bones over the stones, He's only a pauper whom nobody owns.

It doesn't matter what we do until we accept ourselves. Once we accept ourselves, it doesn't matter what we do.

We are not here to sell a parcel of boilers and vats, but the potentiality of growing rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

The world loves a spice of wickedness.

I guess I just prefer to see the dark side of things. The glass is always half-empty. And cracked. And I just cut my lip on it. And chipped a tooth.

he/she will be sorry.

Darkness is the absence of light. Absences do not exist. Sin does not exist -Rajneesh- .

But he knoweth not that the dead are there; and that her guests are in the depths of hell.

I will tell you the truth as soon as I figure it out.

Ever notice that people never say "It's only a game" when they're winning?

If you want to test your memory, try to recall what you were worrying about one year ago today.

He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass: as showers that water the earth.

You can turn dollars into cents, and sense into dollars, though not dollars into sense.

Commemoration of Douglas Downes, Founder of the Society of Saint Francis, 1957 There are three lessons I would write, Three words, as with a burning pen, In tracings of eternal light, Upon the hearts of men. Have Hope. Though clouds environ round, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put off the shadow from thy brow: No night but hath its morn. Have Faith. Where'er thy bark is driven - The calm's disport, the tempest's mirth - Know this: God rules the hosts of heaven, The inhabitants of earth. Have Love. Not love alone for one, But man, as man, thy brother call; And scatter, like a circling sun, Thy charities on all.