William Penn

Never marry but for love; but see that thou lovest what is lovely.

The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.

She is but half a wife that is not, nor is capable of being, a friend.

Wear none of thine own Chains; but keep free, whilst thou art free.

Between a man and his wife nothing ought to rule but love. Authority is for children and servants, yet not without sweetness.

To be innocent is to be not guilty; but to be virtuous is to overcome our evil inclinations.

Would not love see returning penitence afar off, and fall on its neck and kiss it?

Our inventions are wont to be pretty toys, which distract our attention from serious things. They are but improved means to an unimproved end, We are in great haste to construct a magnetic telegraph from Maine to Texas; but Maine and Texas, it may be, have nothing important to communicate.

Of all debts men are least willing to pay the taxes. What a satire is this on government! Everywhere they think they get their moneys worth, except for these.

But real action is in silent moments. The epochs of our life are not in the visible facts of our choice of a calling, our marriage, our acquisition of an office, and the like, but in a silent thought by the wayside as we walk; in a thought which revises our entire manner of life, and says.

All colors will agree in the dark.

When I feel like dancing, I dance. I don’t care if anyone else is dancing or if everyone else is laughing at me. I dance.

Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable variations.

Society is a masked ball, where every one hides his real character, and reveals it by hiding.

Can you really explain to a fish what it’s like to walk on land? One day on land is worth a thousand years of talking about it, and one day running a business has exactly the same kind of value.

You will have bad times, but they will always wake you up to the stuff you weren’t paying attention to.

I believe in Michelangelo, Velasquez, and Rembrandt; in the might of design, the mystery of color, the redemption of all things by Beauty everlasting, and the message of Art that has made these hands blessed. Amen. Amen.

For too long I have silenced my heart, that now, when I give it the opportunity to speak, it no longer remembers its voice. Locked away, it forgot what it’s like to be free; to roam. Imprisoned within loneliness, I fear Stockholm syndrome has developed.

There is a crack in everything God has made.

Every stroke our fury strikes is sure to hit ourselves at last.

If he really thinks there is no distinction between vice and virtue, when he leaves our houses let us count our spoons.