“God the Father’s a deep root; the Son’s the shoot that breaks into the world; the Spirit spreads the beauty & fragrance.”

And when will there be an end of marrying? I suppose, when there is an end of living.

Now then, you dogs, whom the apostle puts outside and who yelp at the God of truth, let us come to your various questions.

Nothing that is God’s is obtainable by money.

Patience ornaments the woman and proves the man.

Nature is schoolmistress, the soul the pupil; and whatever one has taught or the other has learned has come from God – the Teacher of the teacher.

What has Athens to do with Jerusalem.

Hope is patience with the lamp lit.

For what war should we not be fit and eager, even though unequal in numbers, we who are so willing to be slaughtered-if, according to that discipline of ours, it was not more lawful to be slain than to slay?

Truth persuades by teaching, but does not teach by persuading.

Let women paint their eyes with tints of chastity.

It is certain because it is impossible.

Divorce these days is a religious vow, as if the proper offspring of marriage.

Where our work is, there let our joy be.

Two kinds of blindness are easily combined so that those who do not see really appear to see what is not.

Prayer is the one thing that can conquer God.

It is our care for the helpless, our practice of loving kindness, that brands us in the eyes of those who oppose us.

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.

Breaking the rules and challenging convention is in the DNA of every successful entrepreneur.

A bore is someone who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company.

Hearts are made to be broken.

If I love you was a promise, would you break it if you’re honest?

If you love something, set it free. And if it really loves you, it will find a way to come back.

Nature never breaks her own laws.

What broke you, won’t heal you.