Pastoral Resources

All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.

The provocation with Holmes is the fact that he's described by Doyle as a man without a heart - all brain... and that's very difficult to play, or even indicate.

I am for peace, retrenchment and reform, the watchword of the great Liberal Party thirty years ago.

Human beings like variety, and they also like partnership... these are scientific values we can point to.

A climate change response must have at its heart a redistribution of wealth and resources.

In New York one lives in the moment rather more than Socrates advised, so that at a party or alone in your room it will always be difficult to guess at the long term worth of anything.

It is death that goes down to the center of the earth, the great burial church the earth is, and then to the curved ends of the universe, as light is said to do.

For the poet the credo or doctrine is not the point of arrival but is, on the contrary, the point of departure for the metaphysical journey.

His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.

Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.

Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilized by education; they grow firm there, firm as weeds among stones.

The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

An icon painter starts not with Jesus Christ but by finding earth and rubbing. Now what is earth, what are you rubbing in directing?

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

Be such a man, and live such a life, that if every man were such as you, and every life a life like yours, this earth would be God's Paradise.

The earth has grown old with its burden of care, but at Christmas it always is young, the heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair, and its soul full of music breaks the air, when the song of angels is sung.

God hears no more than the heart speaks; and if the heart be dumb, God will certainly be deaf.

As a political independent, I would gladly vote for any political party dedicated to limited government and entrepreneurship.

The great threat to the young and pure in heart is not what they read but what they don't read.