With more capacity for love than earth Bestows on most of mortal mould and birth, His early dreams of good out-stripp'd the truth, And troubled manhood follow'd baffled youth.

How many pens are broken, how many ink bottles consumed, to write about things that have never happened.

Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.

For morality life is a war, and the service of the highest is a sort of cosmic patriotism which also calls for volunteers.

Happy thou that learnest from another's griefs, not to subject thyself to the same.

Don't bargain for fish which are still in the water.

Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them-that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.

Ofttimes the test of courage becomes rather to live than to die.

Peace is a two way road of conflict and compromise.

I came to Gotham, where I saw many who were fools, if not all.

The grim fact is that we prepare for war like precocious giants, and for peace like retarded pygmies.

Hannibal, as he had mighty virtues, so head he many vices; . . . he had two distinct persons in him.

People can be divided into two classes: those who go ahead and do something, and those who sit still and inquire, why wasn't it done the other way?

It is a curious thing that every creed promises a paradise which will be absolutely uninhabitable for anyone of civilised taste.

You can get a lot more done with a kind word and a gun, than with a kind word alone.

We are the doubles of those whose way Was festal with fruits and flowers; Body and brain we were sound as they, But the prizes were not ours.

To love is like playing the piano. First, you must learn to play by the rules. Then, you must forget the rules and play from your heart.

Beauty when most unclothed is clothed best.

Commemoration of Rose of Lima, Contemplative, 1617 Lift up your heart to Him, sometimes even at your meals, and when you are in company; the least little remembrance will always be acceptable to Him. You need not cry very loud; he is nearer to us than we are aware of.

By Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab, There lies a lonely grave; But no man built that sepulcher, And no man saw it e'er, For the angels of God upturned the sod And laid the dead man there.