The passions are the gales of life; and it is religion only that can prevent them from rising into a tempest.

For Satan always finds some mischief still for idle hands to do.

The eyes of a man in the jaundice make yellow observations on everything; and the soul tinctured with any passion diffuses a false color over the appearance of things.

Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Poesy and oratory omit things not essential, and insert little beautiful digressions, in order to place everything in the most effective light.

Every one of his opinions appears to himself to be written with sunbeams.

Speak softly. It is far better to rule by love than fear.Speak softly. Let no harsh words mar the good we may do here.

If I could reach from pole to pole or grasp the ocean with a span, I would be measured by the soul The mind's the standard of the Man.

When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.

Learning to trust is one of life's most difficult tasks.

Our God, our help in ages past,Our hope for years to come,Our shelter from the stormy blast,And our eternal home.

Human greatness does not lie in wealth or power, but in character and goodness. People are just people, and all people have faults and shortcomings, but all of us are born with a basic goodness.

For a solo work I need a definite idea. For the present I have none.

Life is not a continuous process, there's some sort of finite number of achievements that defines your life.

Love wakes men, once a lifetime each; They lift their heavy lids, and look; And, lo, what one sweet page can teach They read with joy, then shut the book.

I don't function well in certain aspects of society, and you can read into that what you will.

Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity.

Thou, O God, dost sell us all good things at the price of labor.

Independence, like honor, is a rocky island, without a beach.

You know, I'm really not that competent at describing things musically.

to write a novel in the heart of London is next to an impossibility. I feel as if I were nailing a flag to the top of a mast in a raging gale.