But honest instinct comes a volunteer; Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit, While still too wide or short in human wit.

The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.

In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind's concern is charity.

To err is human; to forgive, divine.

Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.

The best way to prove the clearness of our mind, is by showing its faults; as when a stream discovers the dirt at the bottom, it convinces us of the transparency and purity of the water.

Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice - A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.

While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.

See! From the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings; Short is his joy! He feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.

I am convinced the greatest act of love we can ever perform for people is to tell them about God’s love for them in Christ.

Our hope is that all is well because of Jesus and that all will be well because of Him.

Was the Vietnam conflict a war which should have, as a matter of constitutional law, required a declaration of war by Congress?

As I get older and write more books I'm definitely allowing the humorous side of my personality more rein in my work.

Man's greatest concern is to know how he shall properly fill his place in the universe and correctly understand what he must be in order to be a man.

To be perfectly just is an attribute of the divine nature; to be so to the utmost of our abilities, is the glory of man.

I would have Simon Cowell sing 'Shiny Happy People' by R.E.M. just to show his true personality.

Language is something that springs from the biological matrix, and the neurological matrix, within us.

Well, these sad and hopeless obstacles are welcome in one sense, for they enable us to look with indifference upon the cruel satires that Fate loves to indulge in.

That men saw his mask, but the bishop saw his face. That men saw his life, but the bishop saw his conscience.