Playing snooker gives you firm hands and helps to build up character. It is the ideal recreation for dedicated nuns.

I'm saddest when I sing.

The true meaning of religion is thus not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion.

If he that in the field is slain Be in the bed of honour lain, He that is beaten may be said To lie in Honour's truckle-bed.

When a woman behaves like a man why doesn't she behave like a nice man?

The sunrise wakes the lark to sing, The moonrise wakes the nightingale. Come, darkness, moonrise, everything That is so silent, sweet, and pale: Come, so ye wake the nightingale.

All summer she scattered the daisy leaves; They only mocked her as they fell. She said: "The daisy but deceives; 'He loves me not,' 'he loves me will,' One story no two daisies tell." Ah foolish heart, which waits and grieves Under the daisy's mocking spell.

He who excuses himself accuses himself.

The more obstinately you try to learn how to shoot the arrow for the sake of hitting the goal, the less you will succeed in the one and the further the other will recede.

Methinks sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian or an ordinary man has.

By the time a man realises that his father was right, he has a son who thinks he's wrong.

Every man dies. Not every man really lives.

Cultivated men and women who do not skim the cream of life, and are attached to the duties, yet escape the harder blows, make acute and balanced observers.

Feast of Dunstan, Archbishop of Canterbury, 988 Eternal Lord, how faint and small Our greatest, strongest thoughts must seem To Thee, who overseest all, And leads us through Life's shallow stream. How tangled are our straightest ways; How dimly flares our brightest star; How earthbound is our highest praise To Thee, who sees us as we are. Our feet are slow where Thine are fast; Thy kiss of grace meets lips of stone; And we admit Thy love at last To hearts that have none of their own.

Money is like love; it kills slowly and painfully the one who withholds it, and enlivens the other who turns it on his fellow man.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Don't take people for what they are! Most people do not deserve this. Take them rather for what they should be. Don't take me for what I should be. Take me for what I want to be. Yours friendly and faithfully!

One day in the bluest of summer weather, Sketching under a whispering oak, I heard five bobolinks laughing together, Over some ornithological joke.

The swan is not without cause dedicated to Apollo, because foreseeing his happiness in death, he dies with singing and pleasure.

And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair Has led and turned me by a single hair.