“There were no embraces, because where there is great love there is often little display of it.”

Let every man look before he leaps.

God who gives the wound gives the salve.

The ass bears the load, but not the overload.

Fortune may have yet a better success in reserve for you and they who lose today may win tomorrow.

Happy the man to whom heaven has given a morsel of bread without laying him under the obligation of thanking any other for it than heaven itself.

Believe there are no limits but the sky.

Get the better of yourself – this is the best kind of victory.

Until death it is all life.

Those who’ll play with cats must expect to be scratched.

Great persons are able to do great kindnesses.

The wounds received in battle bestow honor, they do not take it away.

Thou hast seen nothing yet.

Whoever is ignorant is vulgar.

Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.

Seek for good, but expect evil.

Make yourself honey and the flies will devour you.

Marriage is one of the most humbling, sanctifying journeys you will ever be a part of. It forces us to wrestle with our selfishness and pride. But it also gives us a platform to display love and commitment.

If y’all like spooky season just examine my brain. It’s plastered across this page on display.

Following Christ isn’t something that can be done halfheartedly or on the side. It is not a label we can display when it is useful. It must be central to everything we do and are.

God displayed a sense of humor when he configured the region between our legs an entertainment complex built around a sewage system.

When I write, I disturb. When I show a film, I disturb. When I exhibit my painting, I disturb, and I disturb if I don’t. I have a knack for disturbing.

O innocence, how glorious and happy a portion art thou to the breast that possesses thee! thou fearest neither the eyes nor the tongues of men. Truth, the most powerful of all things, is thy strongest friend; and the brighter the light is in which thou art displayed, the more it discovers thy transcendent beauties.

The book of nature is a fine and large piece of tapestry rolled up, which we are not able to see all at once, but must be content to wait for the discovery of its beauty, and symmetry, little by little, as it graduallly comes to be more and more unfolded, or displayed.

A readiness to excuse some faults, shows a disposition to commit others.