I mix them with my brains, sir.

There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing. To wander along by the wind-beaten hill. But the day star attracted his eyes' sad devotion, For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, Where once in the fire of his youthful emotion He sang the bold anthem of Erin-go-bragh.

Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun, Grow pure by being purely shone upon.

There is no adequate defense, except stupidity, against the impact of a new idea.

Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried?

Love and dignity cannot share the same abode.

Keep quiet and people will think you a philosopher.

The remedy is worse than the disease.

Trouble springs from idleness, and grievous toil from needless ease.

Taxes are not levied for the benefit of the taxed.

We see things not as they are but as we are.

Hence, dear delusion, sweet enchantment hence! - Horace Smith and James Smith,

Auribus teneo lupum I have the wolf by the ears

Alec Issignois said a camel was a horse made by a committee.. but a camel is an animal created by God to adapt to deserts made by treekilling human beings The animal made by human commitee had pickled pigs' feet .. the pigs now had no feet .. frog's legs the frogs now had no legs chicken's thighs the chickens now had no thighs lamb's ribs .. the lamb now had no ribs turkey's breasts.. the turkey's chest was carved sheep's eyes which watched the devourers calf brains which contained Mad Cow and God sent angels to wipe all violence from the earth from this day forth © S N Shriver.

In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears.

You know I met you, Kist you, and prest you close within my arms, With all the tenderness of wifely love.

The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried along to dwell in the blood.

Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act,--act in the living Present! Heart within and God o'erhead.

Feast of Andrew the Apostle Without ordinances, men would be much more mischievous and ungovernable than dogs and cattle. And few have come to the knowledge of the truth, but what have begun with holy practices and ordinances, and exercised themselves therein so long as they knew nothing more nor better.

Do what you love and love what you're doing, and you'll never work another day in your life.