For little children everywhere A joyous season still we make; We bring our precious gifts to them, Even for the dear child Jesus' sake.

Oh, I'm not going to do anything to them. The thought that I might will be enough to keep them going.

The ability to quote is a serviceable substitute for wit.

It is a mathematical fact that the casting of this pebble from my hand alters the centre of gravity of the universe.

In our own time we have seen domination spread over the social landscape to a point where it is beyond all human control. Compared to this stupendous mobilization of materials, of wealth, of human intellect, of human labor for the single goal of domination, all other recent human achievements pale to almost trivial significance. Our art, science, medicine, literature, music and "charitable" acts seem like mere droppings from a table on which gory feasts on the spoils of conquest have engaged the attention of a system whose appetite for rule is utterly unrestrained.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

It is not at all simple to understand the simple.

Banish night! Welcome light! Love is the brightest star!

On Tuesday last A falcon, now tow'ring in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.

Love truth, but pardon error.

The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling. Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly.

There is never any peace for those who resist God.

But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word, And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.

What are the wild waves saying, Sister, the whole day long, That ever amid our playing I hear but their low, lone song?

Know then, whatever cheerful and serene Supports the mind, supports the body too: Hence, the most vital movement mortals feel Is hope, the balm and lifeblood of the soul.

Love is the ability and willingness to allow those that you care for to be what they choose for themselves, without any insistence that they satisfy you.

I pity bashful men, who feel the pain Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain, And bear the marks upon a blushing face, OF needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.

Handicapped is not helpless.

Anyone who thinks that they are too small to make a difference, has never been in bed with a mosquito.

Many a man curses the rain that falls upon his head, and knows that it brings abundance to drive away hunger.