O how loud It calls devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! daughter of Astronomy! As undevout Astronomer is mad.

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?

A husband is the medicine that cures all the ills of girlhood.

To me faith means not worrying.

The day of fortune is like a harvest day, We must be busy when the corn is ripe.

I pray the prayer the Easterners do, May the peace of Allah abide with you; Wherever you stay, wherever you go, May the beautiful palms of Allah grow; Through days of labor, and nights of rest, The love of Good Allah make you blest; So I touch my heart--as the Easterners do, May the peace of Allah abide with you.

Be it not in thy care. Go, I charge thee, invite them all; let in the tide Of knaves once more; my cook and I'll provide.

Delay always breeds danger; and to protract a great design is often to ruin it.

Sometimes you move publicly, sometimes privately. Sometimes quietly, sometimes at the top of your voice.

Want him to be more of a man? Try being more of a woman!

This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeits of our own behavior, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars; as if we were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star.

Feast of Cyril & Methodius, Missionaries to the Slavs, 869 & 885 Commemoration of Valentine, Martyr at Rome, c.269 I see the wrong that round me lies, I feel the guilt within; I hear, with groan and travail-cries, The world confess its sin. Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings I know that God is good!

See, how these rascals use me! They will not let my play run, and yet they steal my thunder.

The best of remedies is a beefsteak Against sea-sickness; try it, sir, before You sneer, and I assure you this is true, For I have found it answer--so may you.

John Wesley said that if you give up the witchcraft, you must give up the Bible. He is right. The choice is easy for me.

Indulgent gods, grant me to sin once with impunity. That is sufficient. Let a second offence bear its punishment.

Hasten slowly.

The virtues of society are vices of the saint. The terror of reform is the discovery that we must cast away our virtues, or what we have always esteemed such, into the same pit that has consumed our grosser vices.

In fact, one thing that I have noticed...is that all of these conspiracy theories depend on the perpetrators being endlessly clever. I think you'll find the facts also work if you assume everyone is endlessly stupid.

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.