“Nothing but heaven itself is better than a friend who is really a friend.”

It is a bitter disappointment when you have sown benefits, to reap injuries.

A woman without paint is like food without salt.

A mouse never entrusts his life to only one hole.

The gods play games with men as balls.

In grasping at uncertainties we lost that which is certain.

In everything the middle road is best.

Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.

I love truth and wish to have it always spoken to me: I hate a liar.

Because those, who twit others with their faults, should look at home.

Things unhoped for happen oftener than things we desire.

How great in number are the little minded men.

We are pouring our words into a sieve, and lose our labor.

He means well’ is useless unless he does well.

A well-balanced mind is the best remedy against affliction.

Let deeds correspond with words.

Where there are friends there is wealth.

It is not human nature we should accuse but the despicable conventions that pervert it.

Abstinence is the worst form of perversion.

I think you just have to be realistic to what the reality is, the way people experience movies.

Euphemisms, vague terminology or calls for discussions with Turkey to get at the truth are just some of the dodges Congress and the administration have used to avoid Turkish discomfort with its Ottoman past.

God sees with utter clarity who we are. He is undeceived as to our warts and wickedness. But when God looks at us that is not all He sees. He also sees who we are intended to be, who we will one day become.

There is a difference between solitude and isolation. One is connected and one isn’t. Solitude replenishes, isolation diminishes.

Even professing Christians, by and large, devote to their spiritual growth and well-being a tiny fraction of the time they devote to their body, and it is even tinier fraction if we include what they worry about.

Trust is built slowly, over time.