Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.

Hide your body in the Big Dipper.

Proverbs are short sentences drawn from long experience.

Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings, but I say 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal once to a thing, and I was never mind own man since.

Prosperity is a great teacher, adversity is a greater. Possession pampers the mind, privation trains and strengthens it.

Providence is a greater mystery than revelation. The state of our world is more humiliating to our reason than the doctrines of the Gospel. A reflecting Christian sees more to excite his astonishment, and to exercise his faith, in the state of things between Temple Bar [in Dublin] and St. Paul's [in London], than in what he reads from Genesis to Revelation.

To the guests that must go, bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.

Courage and grace are a formidable mixture. The only place to see it is in the bullring.

Minorities are the stars of the firmament; majorities, the darkness in which they float.

I am more and more convinced that our happiness or our unhappiness depends far more on the way we meet the events of life than on the nature of those events themselvers.

Do you want to be with your love by the sea hearing the gullsong smelling the salt air feeling the sand beneath your toes and the seaweed the sea's legacy? watching the rise oer the bay of the moon and then ascent of the Sun.. oer neptune?

To see your drama clearly is to be liberated from it.

I have only a small flickering light to guide me in the darkness of a thick forest. Up comes a theologian and blows it out.

Feast of Christina Rossetti, Poet, 1894 At morn I plucked a rose and give it Thee, A rose of joy and happy love and peace, A rose with scarce a thorn: But in the chillness of a second morn My rose bush drooped, and all its gay increase Was but one thorn that wounded me. I plucked the thorn and offered it to Thee, And for my thorn Thou gavest love and peace, Not joy this mortal morn: If Thou hast given much treasure for a thorn, Wilt Thou not give me for my rose increase Of gladness, and all sweets to me? My thorny rose, my love and pain, to Thee I offer, and I set my heart in peace, And rest upon my thorn: For verily I think to-morrow morn Shall bring me Paradise, my gift's increase, Yea, give Thy very Self to me.

Charity and treating begin at home.

Tact is one of the first mental virtues, the absence of which is often fatal to the best of talents; it supplies the place of many talents.

Better untaught than ill-taught.

Be commonplace and creeping, any you attain all things.

Diligence is a great teacher.

For I am a bear of very little brain and long words bother me.