In you$$$ I see the heroines of Shakespeare's tragedies. You$$$ unhappy lady$$$ were never saved by anybody.

Tact is the ability to step on a man's toes without messing up the shine on his shoes.

For there is no folly so great as keeping one's sorrows hidden.

One can only pour out of a jug that which is in it.

What on earth could be more luxurious than a sofa$$$ a book$$$ and a cup of coffee?...Was ever anything so civil?

But every acquisition that is disproportionate to the labor spent on it is dishonest.

All great literature is one of two stories; a man goes on a journey or a stranger comes to town.

In all human sorrow nothing gives comfort but love and faith$$$ and that in the sight of Christ's compassion for us no sorrow is trifling.

Everything I know$$$ I know because of love.

In today's rush we all think too much$$$ seek too much$$$ want too much and forget about the joy of just Being.