“A love grown old is not the love once new.”

Make a virtue of necessity.

Great peace is found in little busy-ness.

Time lost, as men may see, For nothing may recovered be.

The handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us.

If were not foolish young, were foolish old.

One cannot scold or complain at every word. Learn to endure patiently, or else, as I live and breathe, you shall learn it whether you want or not.

There’s never a new fashion but it’s old.

Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.

He loved chivalry, Truth and honor, freedom and courtesy.

Take a cat, nourish it well with milk and tender meat, make it a couch of silk.

One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I’d guess, Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.

The life so short, the craft so long to learn.

Love will not be constrain’d by mastery. When mast’ry comes, the god of love anon Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone. Love is a thing as any spirit free.

If a man really loves a woman, of course he wouldn’t marry her for the world if he were not quite sure that he was the best person she could possibly marry.

By God, if women had written stories, As clerks had within here oratories, They would have written of men more wickedness Than all the mark of Adam may redress.

Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.

I was never meant to be stagnant. I only wanted to grow.

Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.

Every positive change – Every jump to a higher level involves a rite of passage. Each time to ascend to a higher rung on the ladder of growth, we must go through a period of discomfort, or adversity.

The attitude of people associating guns with nothing but crime, that is what has to be changed. I grew up at a time when people were not afraid of people with firearms.

You have no idea how many storms she’s been through to grow and flourish in the way she is now.

The next time you look into the mirror, just look at the way the ears rest next to the head; look at the way the hairline grows; think of all the little bones in your wrist. It is a miracle. And the dance is a celebration of that miracle.

If, one day, I should offend God in any way, or grow remiss, though ever so little, in that which concerns His holy service and glory, I solemnly implore Him, rather let me die.

The Bread that we need each day to grow in eternal life, makes of our will a docile instrument of the Divine Will; sets the Kingdom of God within us; gives us pure lips, and a pure heart with which to glorify his holy name.