“No fool can be silent at a feast.”

Rule, after you have first learned to submit to rule.

Laws are like spiders webs which, if anything small falls into them they ensnare it, but large things break through and escape.

Learn to obey before you command.

Call no man happy until he is dead.

If things are going well, religion and legislation are beneficial; if not, they are of no avail.

For often evil men are rich, and good men poor; But we will not exchange with them Our virtue for their wealth since one abides always, While riches change their owners every day.

Angels are winged with God’s power.

Justice, even if slow, is sure.

As I grow older, I constantly learn more.

Wealth I desire to have; but wrongfully to get it, I do not wish.

Pure chastity is beauty to our souls, grace to our bodies, and peace to our desires.

To make an empire durable, the magistrates must obey the laws and the people the magistrates.

Let no man be called happy before his death. Till then, he is not happy, only lucky.

In all things let reason be your guide.

True blessedness consisteth in a good life and a happy death.

No more good must be attempted than the nation can bear.

Look. This is your world! You can’t not look. There is no other world. This is your world; it is your feast. You inherited this; you inherited these eyeballs; you inherited this world of color. Look at the greatness of the whole thing. Look! Don’t hesitate – look! Open your eyes. Don’t blink, and look, look – look further.

Life should serve up its feast of experience in a series of courses.

For me, the Immaculate Conception is the feast of ‘passive action,’ the action that functions simply by the transmission through us of divine energy.

People go through life blindly, ignoring death like revellers at a party feasting on fine foods. They ignore that later they will have to go to the toilet, so they do not bother to find out where there is one.

Feast today makes fast tomorrow.

Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.

When Christ at Cana’s feast by pow’r divine, Inspir’d cold water, with the warmth of wine, See! cry’d they while, in red’ning tide, it gush’d, The bashful stream hath seen its God and blush’d.

A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast.