Garlick maketh a man wynke, drynke, and stynke.

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing. Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

All good things vanish in less than a day, Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year, The earth is hell when you leav'st to appear.

As like a church and an ale-house, God and the devell, they manie times dwell neere to ether.

Never give up on your dreams for someone else.'Cos Someday they might leave you but your dreams won't.

I prayed to Woden for forgiveness, but I think he felt no ill will for me. We are but men. He has done worse.

Come forward as servants of Islam, organise the people economically, socially, educationally and politically and I am sure that you will be a power that will be accepted by everybody.

Where there is shouting, there is no true knowledge.

I beat a brain tumor.

Sometimes they're nothing, sometimes they're something, sometimes there's a connection that years later may show up. All of this information is useful.

If my words don't flow out of a heart that rests in God's control, sovereignty, then they come out of the heart that seeks control so I can get what I want.

Gradually work your way towards the hard stuff. That will help you avoid injury and you'll be most likely to stick with it.

Society’s future will depend on a continuous improvement program for the human character. And what will that future bring? I do not know, but it will be exciting.

Hold on to your salah, because if you lose that, you will lose everything else.