Custom is second nature. |
The verdict of the world is conclusive. |
The purpose of all war is peace. |
The spiritual virtue of a sacrament is like light; although it passes among the impure, it is not polluted. |
Bad company is like a nail driven into a post, which, after the first and second blow, may be drawn out with little difficulty; but being once driven up to the head, the pincers cannot take hold to draw it out, but which can only be done by the destruction of the wood. |
If I am given a formula, and I am ignorant of its meaning, it cannot teach me anything, but if I already know it what does the formula teach me? |
We make a ladder for ourselves of our vices, if we trample those same vices underfoot. |
God is best known in not knowing him. |
Repentant tears wash out the stain of guilt. |
Blessedness consists in the accomplishment of our desires, and in our having only regular desires. |
He who labours, prays. |
The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried along to dwell in the blood. |
This world's a bubble. |
In doing what we ought we deserve no praise, because it is our duty. |
The honors of this world, what are they but puff, and emptiness, and peril of falling? |
He fashioned hell for the inquisitive. |