Who but knows How it goes! Life's a last year's Nightingale, Love's a last year's rose.
Poetry is a kind of ingenious nonsense (Spence, Anecdotes
Facetiousness is allowable when it is the most proper instrument of exposing things apparently base and vile to due contempt.
He that loves a book will never want a [close] friend, a wholesome counselor, a cheerful companion, an effectual comforter. By study, by reading, by thinking, one may innocently divert and pleasantly entertain himself, as in all weathers, as in all fortunes.
We should allow others' excellences, to preserve a modest opinion of our own.
Let us consider that swearing is a sin of all others peculiarly clamorous, and provocative of Divine judgment.
I pass by that it is very culpable to be facetious in obscene and smutty matters.
Cinema has no boundaries. . . we all belong to the same artistic community.
By raising Christ from death, God as the supreme Judge set his seal to the absolute perfection and completeness of his atoning work. The resurrection is a public announcement to the world that the penalty of death has been borne by Christ to its bitter end and that in consequence the dominion of guilt has been broken, the curse annihilated forever more.
I think I'm much more afraid of making a mistake in raising my daughters than I would be with any work that I do, as an actor. It's a much higher scale of fear, raising kids.
It is of great advantage that man should know his station, and not imagine that the whole universe exists only for him.