What Boots It At One

I Cannot Praise A Fugitive And Cloistered Virtue, Unexercised And Unbreathed, That Never Sallies Out And Sees Her Adversary, But Slinks Out Of The Race Where That Immortal Garland Is To Be Run For, Not Without Dust And Heat.

Wild Above Rule Or Art, Enormous Bliss.

The End Of All Learning Is To Know God, And Out Of That Knowledge To Love And Imitate Him.

Biochemically, Love Is Just Like Eating Large Amounts Of Chocolate.

Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining.