“the danger is that we shall do nothing.”

There is no portion of money that is our money, and the rest God’s money.

A servant has two purses, the master’s and his own, but we have only one.

There is no portion of our time that is our time, and the rest God’s.

It is all His; He made it all, gives it all, and He has simply trusted it to us for His service.

Between the great things we cannot do and the small things we will not do.

Work finally begins when the fear of doing nothing exceeds the fear of doing it badly.

In fact, so as not to succumb to an obscurantist theory of creation ex nihilo, we must accept that an event is nothing but a part of a given situation, nothing but a fragment of being.

It is thus quite simply false that whereof one cannot speak (in the sense of ‘there is nothing to say about it that specifies it and grants it separating properties’), thereof one must be silent.

Nothing worse than reading a love scene written by your father.

I didn’t want anything written about me. Then, you know, things happen, finally it’s OK and I trust Larry. Nothing about it is salacious in any way.

Better to die of something than to die in old age of nothing.

Nothing that’s forced can ever be right, if it doesn’t come naturally, leave it.

That ain’t nothing to be proud of. That means their forefathers was crooks.