Those who have wisdom have all:Fools with all have nothing.

It is compassion, the most gracious of virtues, Which moves the world.

Make foes of bowmen if you must, Never of penmen.

Great wealth, like a crowd at a concert, Gathers and melts.

I never saw Death before, and now I seeThat it is warring eyes in a woman's form.

When the rare chance comes, seize itTo do the rare deed.

It is politics to please and hoodwink thoseWho flatter but despise us.

Those are fools however learnedWho have not learned to walk with the world.

Fame is a jealous mistressAnd will brook no rival.

The immoral can no more earn respectThan the envious be rich.

Folded hands may conceal a dagger --Likewise a foe's tears.

You are the silence between the notes. The white space between the letters. The missing that makes everything else a something.

I have a very strong sense that we only know where we are by looking clearly at where we've come from.

Thus it is that no cruelty whatsoever passes by without impact. Thus it is that we always pay dearly for chasing after what is cheap.

Love as distinct from "being in love" is not merely a feeling. It is a deep unity, maintained by the will and deliberately strengthened by habit.

No time for better words, no time to unsay anything. -Til We Have Faces

Minerva save us from the cloying syrup of coercive compassion!

Hillary Clinton is a disaster, folks. She has bad judgment. That was said by Bernie Sanders. He's given me a lot of my best lines.

He never forgot anything but he never bothered to arrange his memories. -Hazel, Cannery Row

I was raised Catholic and didn't like the dogma and exclusivity of that teaching but I was moved by the moral teachings and by the power of the Jesus fellow.

What our Lord said about cross-bearing and obedience is not in fine type. It is in bold print on the face of the contract.