Even Kings and emperors with heaps of wealth and vast dominion cannot compare with an ant filled with the love of God.

When we were children we were grateful to those who filled our stockings at Christmas time. Why are we not grateful to God for filling our stockings with legs?

I have friends in overalls whose friendship I would not swap for the favor of the kings of the world.

Such a faith would be fatal to my reason to my liberty and even to the success of my undertakings it would immediately transform me into a stupid slave an instrument of the will and interests of others.

Not brute force but only persuasion and faith are the kings of this world.

It is often the failure who is the pioneer in new lands new undertakings and new forms of expression.

It wouldn't be fair to say that conservatives cherish property the way liberals cherish equality. But it would be fair to say that the takings clause is the conservatives' recipe for judicial activism just as they say liberals have misused the equal protection clause.

Real shapes and real patterns are things you would observe in nature like the marks on the back of a cobra's hood or the markings on a fish or a lizard. Imaginary shapes are just that symbols that come to a person in dreams or reveries and are charged with meaning.

That is the great mistake about the affections. It is not the rise and fall of empires the birth and death of kings or the marching of armies that move them most. When they answer from their depths it is to the domestic joys and tragedies of life.

Pale death with impartial step knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings.

Death may be the King of terrors... but Jesus is the King of kings!

Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.

Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth follow only beauty and obey only love.

History has remembered the kings and warriors because they destroyed art has remembered the people because they created.

Each of us have things and thoughts and descriptions of an amazing universe in our possession that kings in the 17th Century would have gone to war to possess.

Let there be no mistake. A gay man alone could never begin to replicate the inner workings of the female mind.

It is eerie being all but alone in Westminster Abbey. Without the tourists there are only the dead many of them kings and queens. They speak powerfully and put my thoughts into vivid perspective.

The divine right of husbands like the divine right of kings may it is hoped in this enlightened age be contested without danger.