What soap is for the body, tears are for the soul.

Poetry is a beautiful way of spoiling prose, and the laborious art of exchanging plain sense for harmony.

Horace Walpole

Have you ever noticed that Jesus is never recorded as taking a holiday? He retired for the purposes of his mission, not from it. He was never destroyed by his work; he was always on top of it. He moved among people as the master of every situation. He was busier than anyone; the multitudes were always at him, yet he had time, for everything and everyone. He was never hurried, or harassed, or too busy. He had complete supremacy over time; he never let it dictate to him. He talked of my time; my hour. He knew exactly when the moment had come for doing something and when it had not.

Evelyn Underhill, The Mastery of

Therefore, don't let sinners take courage to think they will be favoured like the thief on the cross for we see on the other side, they may be like the hardened one, and reproach death itself.

Elias Hicks

You never know what's going to happen. My mother was an English teacher. If someone had told her that I was going to write a book, she would never have believed that. So you can never say never.

Tony Dungy

If one has a good disposition, what other virtue is needed? If a man has fame, what is the value of other ornamentation?

Chanakya

Each is under the most sacred obligation not to squander the material committed to him, not to sap his strength in folly and vice, and to see at the least that he delivers a product worthy the labor and cost which have been expended on him.

Anna Julia Cooper

The plays and sports of children are as salutary to them as labor and work are to grown persons.

Samuel Richardson

Defined in psychological terms, a fanatic is a man who consciously overcompensates a secret doubt.

Aldous Huxley

If you've been playing for a few years, especially in a group context, you'll see if you have the ability or the passion to want to carry on. It's something that you have to be dedicated to and you've got to love, no matter what happens.

Mick Taylor

I am not bound over to swear allegiance to any master; where the storm drives me I turn in for shelter.

Horace, Epistles, bk I, epistle

He knew her, and she knew him. He had no idea if the images he saw came from past or future, or both, but he knew her. Their souls were bound, had always been bound, and always would be. They were two with one soul between them, perfectly joined, perfectly fitted.

Ann Marston

Silently, one by one,in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow