We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us... and we drown.

It is never too late to be what you might have been.

Most of the trouble in the world is caused by people wanting to be important.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

If we really want to pray we must first learn to listen, for in the silence of the heart God speaks.

I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.

Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

Finding a way to live the simple life is one of life's supreme complications.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

The journey, Not the destination matters.

... where I walked, the frost shaped itself to my will, dancing in the air like music over water.

To commune with your heart and soul, be willing to go out of your mind.

Vice can be learnt even without a teacher.

Canadians are very well behaved, they don't throw their food.

I never said most of the things I said.

A large portion of the weekend effects is explained by differences in the amount of time spent with friends or family between weekends and weekdays.

I don't hate religion, I try not to hate religion. I hate the terrible things that religion makes people do, and I hate the greed that comes from it.

The most effective weapon against crime is cooperation... The efforts of all law enforcement agencies with the support and understanding of the American people.

If you bear the cross unwillingly, you make it a burden, and load yourself more heavily; but you must bear it.

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!