Love is the silent saying and saying of a single name.
The stars are golden fruit upon a tree all out of reach.
Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.
People glorify all sorts of bravery except the bravery they might show on behalf of their nearest neighbors.
Life is measured by the rapidity of change, the succession of influences that modify the being.
All passion becomes strength when it has an outlet.
Without the presence of the Spirit, it is impossible to comprehend our personal mission or to have the reassurance that our course is right.
The American people can have anything they want; the trouble is, they don't know what they want.
That which, perhaps, hears more nonsense than anything in the world, is a picture in a museum.
If you are a friend, why do you bite me so hard? If an enemy, why do you fawn on me?