“England with all thy faults, I love thee still– My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.”

To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.

A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.

I will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.

Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.

The man to solitude accustom’d long, Perceives in everything that lives a tongue; Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees Have speech for him, and understood with ease,

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.

No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.

O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!

A fool must now and then be right, by chance

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

God made the country, and man made the town.

God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another’s pain.

We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.

If a man hasn’t what’s necessary to make a woman love him, it’s his fault, not hers.

Then they will see that, perhaps, they too have some of the same fault in themselves – although perhaps it does not come out in the same way – and then they must try to conquer that fault.

Even as I felt myself solidly contained by the expectant looks of my children. It was the fault of the torture that my husband had inflicted. But enough, I had to tear the pain from memory, I had to sandpaper away the scratches that were damaging my brain.

Don’t blame the mirror if your face is faulty.

Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.

I’m going to show you my faults, I’m going to show you my insecurities, I’m going to be real.

You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.

If the ways of the Almighty are not humanly logical, it is not the fault of the Almighty but of the limitations of human logic.