We shall prosper as we learn to do the common things of life in an uncommon way. Let down your buckets where you are.
And roast beef and Yorkshire pudding is my personal signature dish.
I'm easy to work with, not a pushover, but I respond to criticism and find it inspiring.
The internet was supposed to liberate knowledge, but in fact it buried it, first under a vast sewer of ignorance, laziness, bigotry, superstition and filth and then beneath the cloak of political surveillance. Now. . . cyberspace exists exclusively to promote commerce, gossip and pornography. And of course to hunt down sedition. Only paper is safe. Books are the key. A book cannot be accessed from afar, you have to hold it, you have to read it.
The Germans are a cruel race. Their operas last for six hours and they have no word for fluffy.
People who get through life dependent on other people's possessions are always the first to lecture you on how little possessions count.
We've all got to look at ourselves, start with yourself, that's all you can do. I believe that we can act responsibly as a group, it's just that there are vested interests telling us not to bother.
The church must share in the secular problems of ordinary human life, not dominating, but helping and serving.
You don't fix a man the way you do a fault in a pipe or a leak in a roof. You take him as he is, Mary Brenna, or you don't take him at all. . . adjustments can't be all made on one side, darling, else the balance goes off and what's being built just falls down.
I don't get up and look at e-mail. I don't even know my e-mail address. I needed one just to have a computer put on. But I never, ever even thought of going to it. It's just not what I'm about. I just don't want to waste my life with it. It's just too much; I think people are just a little too absorbed in all of that.
In the spangled sky, the rainbow, the woodland hung with diamonds, the sward sown with pearly dew, the rosy dawn, the golden clouds of even, the purple mountains, the hoary rock, the blue boundless main, Nature's simplest flower, or some fair form of laughing child or lovely maiden, we cannot see the beautiful without admiring it.