“An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.”

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.

The still small voice is wanted.

The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, “Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more.”

The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.

O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.

Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.

Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

Some people are more nice than wise.

Absence of occupation is not rest.

Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.

What is there in the vale of lifeHalf so delightful as a wife;When friendship, love and peace combineTo stamp the marriage-bond divine?

God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs

The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.

…So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

There are infinite reveries, numberless extravagances, and a perpetual train of vanities which pass through both.

A wise person does at once, what a fool does at last. Both do the same thing; only at different times.

Compare the cinema with theatre. Both are dramatic arts. Theatre brings actors before a public and every night during the season they re-enact the same drama.

To name oneself is the first act of both the poet and the revolutionary.

Beauty is worse than wine, it intoxicates both the holder and beholder.

There’s winning and there’s losing, and in life you have to know they both will happen. But what’s never been acceptable to me is quitting.

On the bright side,” Percy said, “both Jason and I outrank you, Octavian. So we can both tell you to shut up.

The obstacles preventing the realization of both these extreme states are of the same nature: they derive from our human condition which is opposed to everything infinite.