“All we behold is miracle.”

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.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.

Absence of proof is not proof of absence.

Variety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.

When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.

To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.

Blest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.

Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.

No traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.

Physical beauty is passing – a transitory possession – but beauty of the mind, richness of the spirit, tenderness of the heart – I have all these things – aren’t taken away but grow! Increase with the years!

Nobody sees anybody truly, but all through the flaws of their own ego.

In all these years, you never believed I loved you. And I did. I did so much. I did love you. I even loved your hate and your hardness.

In fact, for all kinds of offenses – and, for no offenses – from murders to misdemeanors, men and women are put to death without judge or jury; so that, although the political excuse was no longer necessary, the wholesale murder of human beings went on just the same.

There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell.

I have always been more interested in creating a character that contains something crippled. I think nearly all of us have some kind of defect.

Our aim should be to give the British people greater control of their lives in all regards.

Being an outsider at all times is both unhealthy and useful, because you become much more objective about things.