Wisdom grows in quiet places.

Some men are like a church-organ -- you can play on them for a lifetime and always find new harmonies; others are like a music-box -- they have four or five thin jingles.

A charitable man is like an apple tree-he gives his fruit and is silent; the philanthropist is like the successful hen.

All things come to him who waits - even justice.

Reason clears and plants the wilderness of the imagination to harvest the wheat of art.

The modern king has become a vermiform appendix: useless when quiet; when obtrusive, in danger of removal.

When we pray for death we really desire a fuller life.