Shelved around us lie The mummied authors.
But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!
Love is not singular except in syllable.
With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!
When May, with cowslip-braided locks, Walks through the land in green attire. And burns in meadow-grass the phlox His torch of purple fire: . . . . And when the punctual May arrives, With cowslip-garland on her brow, We know what once she gave our lives, And cannot give us now!
Meditation is the tongue of the soul and the language of our spirit.
Everything makes me nervous - except making films.
Thus Nero went up and down Greece and challenged the fiddlers at their trade. Aeropus, a Macedonian, made lanterns, Harcatius, the king of Parthia, was a mole-catcher; and Biantes, the Lydian, filed needles.
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
There's a pang in all rejoicing, And a joy in the heart of pain; And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.
Peace is the gift of God. Do you want peace? Go to God. Do you want peace in four families? Go to God. Do you want peace to brood over your families? If you do, live your religion, and the very peace of God will dwell and abide with you, for that is where peace comes from, and it doesn't dwell anywhere else.
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread.
Nothing is greater, or more fearful sacrilege than to prostitute the great name of God to the petulancy of an idle tongue.
We need quiet time to examine our lives openly and honestly. . . spending quiet time alone gives your mind an opportunity to renew itself and create order.
Too quick a sense of constant infelicity.
Temptation rarely comes in working hours. It is in their leisure hours that men are made or marred.
Temptation rarely comes in working hours. It is in their leisure time that men are made or marred.
The best theology is rather a divine life than a divine knowledge.
Thoughts have power; thoughts are energy. And you can make your world or break it by your own thinking.
It is strange... that the years teach us patience; that the shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting.
He that is proud of riches is a fool. For if he be exalted above his neighbors because he hath more gold, how much inferior is he to a gold mine!
A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can let alone.
I've been rich and I've been poor; rich is better.
Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.