Anybody can observe the Sabbath, but making it holy surely takes the rest of the week.

He who would pass his declining years with honor and comfort, should, when young, consider that he may one day become old, and remember when he is old, that he has once been young.

We would like to live as we once lived, but history will not permit it.

In the vain laughter of folly wisdom hears half its applause.

We humans have lost the wisdom of genuinely resting and relaxing. We worry too much. We don’t allow our bodies to heal, and we don’t allow our minds and hearts to heal.

Proper sleep has helped me get to where I am today as an athlete, and it is something that I continue to rely on every day.

Anything can make me stop and look and wonder, and sometimes learn.

I remember when I first came to Washington. For the first six months you wonder how the hell you ever got here. For the next six months you wonder how the hell the rest of them ever got here.

We all want progress, but if you’re on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; in that case, the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive.

In every parting there is an image of death.

Mozart’s music is so pure and beautiful that I see it as a reflection of the inner beauty of the universe.

Last year we said, ‚Things can’t go on like this‘, and they didn’t, they got worse.

We moralize among ruins.

History will point out some of the things I did wrong and some of the things I did right.

To some extent I liken slavery to death.

The return of my birthday, if I remember it, fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape.

Painting is concerned with all the 10 attributes of sight; which are: Darkness, Light, Solidity and Colour, Form and Position, Distance and Propinquity, Motion and Rest.

It is a most mortifying reflection for a man to consider what he has done, compared to what he might have done.

Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many – not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.

Don’t run if you can walk. Don’t walk if you can stand. Don’t stand if you can sit. Don’t sit if you can lie down.

There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed.

It is not possible to eat me without insisting that I sing praises of my devourer?

Every President I think I’ve ever known, except Truman, has thought they didn’t quite get done what they wanted done. And toward the end of their Administrations, they were disappointed and wished they had done some things differently.

I think that all things, in their way, reflect heavenly truth, the imagination not least.

Yes, God does expect us to live holy, consecrated lives. But not even the best of our intentions can make it happen. Thankfully, He doesn’t expect us to make ourselves holy. He just wants us to learn to depend on Him to make us holy.

It is the superfluous things for which men sweat, – superfluous things that wear our togas theadbare, that force us to grow old in camp, that dash us upon foreign shores.

My role in society, or any artist’s or poet’s role, is to try and express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all.

I restore myself when I’m alone.

I take my sleep very, very important.

Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories.

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.

For Africa to me… is more than a glamorous fact. It is a historical truth. No man can know where he is going unless he knows exactly where he has been and exactly how he arrived at his present place.

Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.

That’s the shock: All cliches are true. The years really do speed by. Life really is as short as they tell you it is. And there really is a God – so do I buy that one? If all the other cliches are true… Hell, don’t pose me that one.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt that same kind of peace, the kind of serenity that I felt after acknowledging that maybe I was going to die of this TB.

I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back.

The essence of Richard Nixon is loneliness.

If we could first know where we are, and whither we are tending, we could then better judge what to do, and how to do it.

People are more aware now of cities and of different ways of life. I suppose the writing I do is a bit in the past, and I’m not sure it’s the kind of writing I would do if I were starting now.

Give thy thoughts no tongue.

By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest.

You tell me: Can you live crushed under the weight of the present? Without a memory of the past and without the desire to look ahead to the future by building something, a future, a family? Can you go on like this? This, to me, is the most urgent problem that the Church is facing.

Life levels all men. Death reveals the eminent.

No one can look back on his schooldays and say with truth that they were altogether unhappy.

Knowing that you are going to die is, I suspect, the beginning of wisdom.

If I shall exist eternally, how shall I exist tomorrow?

What’s done can’t be undone.

In my case Pilgrim’s Progress consisted in my having to climb down a thousand ladders until I could reach out my hand to the little clod of earth that I am.

Oh, come, Divine Physician, and bind up every broken bone. Come with Thy sacred nard which Thou hast compounded of Thine own heart’s blood, and lay it home to the wounded conscience and let it feel its power. Oh! Give peace to those whose conscience is like the troubled sea which cannot rest.

I’m not the same man I used to be, I’m not out hell-raising, stuff like that. I am a changed man.

Music was an experience, intimately married to your life. You could pay to hear music, but after you did, it was over, gone – a memory.

Every man in his lifetime needs to thank his faults.

In prayer it is better to have a heart without words than words without a heart.

I’m constantly thinking.

My father considered a walk among the mountains as the equivalent of churchgoing.

The first forty years of life give us the text; the next thirty supply the commentary on it.

My personal telephone book is a book of the dead now. I’m so old. Almost all of my friends have died, and I don’t have the guts to take their names out of the book.

It’s very important that we re-learn the art of resting and relaxing. Not only does it help prevent the onset of many illnesses that develop through chronic tension and worrying; it allows us to clear our minds, focus, and find creative solutions to problems.

He who learns but does not think, is lost! He who thinks but does not learn is in great danger.

God created man, but I could do better.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!