Every Christian would agree that a man's spiritual health is exactly proportional to his love for God.

All that is not eternal is eternally out of date.

In God there is no hunger that needs to be filled, only plenteousness that desires to give.

The typical expression of opening Friendship would be something like, 'What? You too? I thought I was the only one!

Those who cannot conceive of Friendship as a substantive love but only as a disguise or elaboration of Eros betray the fact that they have never had a Friend.

The mark of Friendship is not that help will be given when the pinch comes (of course it will) but that, having been given, it makes no difference at all.

Once when I had remarked on the affection quite often found between cat and dog, my friend replied, "Yes. But I bet no dog would ever confess it to the other dogs.

Friendship ... is born at the moment when one man says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .

Nature never taught me that there exists a God of glory and of infinite majesty. I had to learn that in other ways. But nature gave the word "glory" a meaning for me.

The truly wide taste in reading is that which enables a man to find something for his needs on the sixpenny tray outside any secondhand bookshop.

We were made for God. Only by being in some respect like Him, only by being a manifestation of His beauty, lovingkindness, wisdom or goodness, has any earthly Beloved excited our love.

Time and Patience they both test each other. One fails other takes over....

I figured out it was a social thing, what women were allowed to do. At a very young age, I decided I was not going to follow women's rules.

We know that golf is an ancient game with great history and tradition, but our golf is only 10 years old so don't judge us too harshly.

You should take more pride in your appearance,” I tell him. “You'll never attract girls with an ugly mug like that.

Winning is a feeling you have no ceiling.

Who has enough credit in this world to pay for his mistakes?

I felt so lonesome, all of a sudden. I almost wished I was dead.

You don't get anywhere without saying yes.

The second, sober thought of the people is seldom wrong, and always efficient.

I fancy the character of a poet is in every country the same,--fond of enjoying the present, careless of the future; his conversation that of a man of sense, his actions those of a fool.