Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.

Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?

For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrowers, among good authors is accounted Plagiarè.

None But such as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is not delicious To a well-govern'd and wise appetite.

Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise. That last infirmity of noble mind. To scorn delights, and live laborious days.

Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.

The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.