Oft has good nature been the fool's defence, And honest meaning gilded want of sense.

The first men that our Saviour dear Did choose to wait upon Him here, Blest fishers were; and fish the last Food was, that He on earth did taste: I therefore strive to follow those, Whom He to follow Him hath chose.

For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.

A deal of skimble-skamble stuff. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.

To the Christian, love is the works of love. To say that love is a feeling or anything of the kind is really an un-Christian conception of love. That is the aesthetic definition and therefore fits the erotic and everything of that nature. But to the Christian, love is the works of love. Christ's love was not an inner feeling, a full heart and what-not: it was the work of love which was his life.

Who first beholds the light of day In Spring's sweet flowery month of May And wears an Emerald all her life, Shall be a loved and happy wife.

Never think of leaving perfumes or wine to your heir. Administer these yourself, and let him have your money.

The best revenge is a vow to never be like the one who hurt you.

When we lose the right to be different, we lose the privilege to be free.

Irony is jesting behind hidden gravity.

we're going backwards and forwards,backwards and forwards and ain't getting no eggs, nohow.

The last suit that you wear, you don't need any pockets.

And to hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast, and calm repose. . . . . From toil we wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful night; Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.

Thoughts are the shadows of our sensations -- always darker, emptier, simpler than these.

he's an animal, throw him some raw meat.

Well, we knocked the bastard off!

There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

Therefore it behooveth hire a full long spoon That shal ete with a feend.

O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect The thoughts of others!

All books grow homilies by time; they are Temples, at once, and Landmarks.