Let all your thinks be thanks.

We are not commanded (or forbidden) to love our mates, our children, our friends, our country because such affections come naturally to us and are good in themselves, although we may corrupt them. We are commanded to love our neighbor because our natural attitude toward the other is one of either indifference or hostility.

No hero is mortal till he dies.

Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know.

When one looks into the window of a store which sells devotional art objects, one can't help wishing the iconoclasts had won.

Life is a picnic on a precipice.

What the poet says has never been said before, but, once he has said it, his readers recognize its validity for themselves.