For why should we not admire more the angels themselves and the blessed choirs of heaven?

To [man] it is granted to have whatever he chooses, to be whatever he wills.

Whatever seeds each man cultivates will grow to maturity and bear in him their own fruit. If they be vegetative, he will be like a plant.

The Pythagoreans degrade impious men into brutes and, if one is to believe Empedocles, even into plants.

On man when he came into life the Father conferred the seeds of all kinds and the germs of every way of life.

But, when the work was finished, the Craftsman kept wishing that there were someone to ponder the plan of so great a work, to love its beauty, and to wonder at its vastness.

Admittedly great though these reasons be, they are not the principal grounds, that is, those which may rightfully claim for themselves the privilege of the highest admiration.

God the Father, the supreme Architect, had already built this cosmic home we behold, the most sacred temple of His godhead, by the laws of His mysterious wisdom.

But in its final creation it was not the part of the Father's power to fail as though exhausted. It was not the part of His wisdom to waver in a needful matter through poverty of counsel.

It was not the part of His kindly love that he who was to praise God's divine generosity in regard to others should be compelled to condemn it in regard to himself.

Pray that your children will develop a heart that seeks after God.

Have you ever been further away than yourself? Where?

What a man has made himself he will be; his state is the result of his past life, and his heaven or hell is in himself.

I think every market has lot of things in common, and at the same time, every market has lot of different things.

I drank for about 25 years getting over the loss of my father, and I took the anger out on myself. I did a good job at beating myself up sometimes.

Culture is not race and race is not culture.

The US dollar is our currency but your problem.

...in a time lacking in truth and certainty and filled with anguish and despair, no woman should be shamefaced in attempting to give back to the world, through her work, a portion of its lost heart.

My brother and I were both teenage writers, and he was, I have to say, better than I was, but he went into science, and I went into writing.

According to your medical checkup, you are dead.