“When that Aprille with his shoures sote.The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote, And bathed every veyne in swich licour,Of which vertue engendred is the flour.”
“Every path hath a puddle.”
“Let me know when you're done with this conversation. Peter needs his tongue bath. I mean sponge bath.”
“A man lives his life only when he is marching, i thought, when he keeps marching onwards at any price. When he stops marching onwards, he decays. The joy of life is the joy of the experience that comes from feeling one's own strength.”
“The one single use of things which we call our own is that they might be his who hath need of them.”
“The source of all glory is acceptance of whatsoever the Lord hath bestowed, and contentment with that which God hath ordained.”