Me howling blasts drive devious, tempest-tossed, / Sails ripped, seams opening wide, and compass lost.

Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.

Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.

Grief is itself a medicine.

How various his employments whom the world Calls idle; and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too!

Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

Unfaithfulness to the marriage vow can never be justified.

Experiential truth comes by obedience.

She smelled of talcum powder and Big Red.

Let's stop and start thinking.

And I howled at that swarm and the crops and the sky, and the stars should have quit because there weren't no reason to be shining.

I was home schooled starting in seventh grade.

I'm crazy about Israel. It's full of life.

How we frame the world - how we talk about it and define it - affects how we see things and how we live.

We're intellectual opposites. Well, I'm intellectual and you're opposite.

You can convene a wider cross-section if you have no turf to defend, because then you don't cut across anyone else's agenda and you can achieve a great deal.