we live in an age which must be amused, though genius, feeling, trust, and principle be the sacrifice.

The sober comfort, all the peace which springs from the large aggregate of little things.

Prayer is not eloquence, but earnestness; not the definition of helplessness, but the feeling of it; not figures of speech, but earnestness of soul.

Forgiveness is the economy of the heart... forgiveness saves the expense of anger, the cost of hatred, the waste of spirits.

A crown! what is it? It is to bear the miseries of a people! To hear their murmurs, feel their discontents, And sink beneath a load of splendid care!

Absence in love is like water upon fire; a little quickens, but much extinguishes it.

No man ever repented of being a Christian on his death bed.

The misfortune is, that religious learning is too often rather considered as an act of the memory than of the heart and affections; as a dry duty, rather than a lively pleasure.

We are apt to mistake our vocation by looking out of the way for occasions to exercise great and rare virtues, and by stepping over the ordinary ones that lie directly in the road before us.

There are only two bad things in this world, sin and bile.

The world does not require so much to be informed as to be reminded.

You know, happiness isn't a permanent state. Neither is unhappiness. There's a flow, back and forth

You can't lead if no one will follow.

The sounds of silence are a dim recollection now, like mystery, privacy and paying attention to one thing — or one person — at a time.

Risk concerns future happenings - as related to present practices - and the colonising of the future therefore opens up new settings of risk, some of which are institutionally organised.

There is but one honest limit to the rights of a sentient being; it is where they touch the rights of another sentient being.

Directing a movie is serious, it's not a joke.

I think the world of politics is pretty sleazy.

Without the faintest possibility of finding a job, I decided to devote myself to literature: it was about time to find out what I was worth as a writer.

Would I cheat to save my soul? No. But to save my G.P.A.? Yes.

Chickens are brave till the foxes come at night; mortals are courageous till the death comes at twilight.