“The highest summits and those elevated above the level of other things are mostly blasted by envy as by a thunderbolt.”

If men saw that a term was set to their troubles, they would find strength in some way to withstand the hocus-pocus and intimidations of the prophets.

All things obey fixed laws.

Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.

When bodies spring apart, because the air Somehow condenses, wander they from truth: For then a void is formed, where none before; And, too, a void is filled which was before.

From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.

Nothing can be created out of nothing.

Thus, then, the All that is is limited In no one region of its onward paths, For then ‘tmust have forever its beyond.

One Man’s food is another Man’s Poison

No single thing abides; but all things flow. Fragment to fragment clings – the things thus grow Until we know them and name them. By degrees They melt, and are no more the things we know.

Those vestiges of natures left behind Which reason cannot quite expel from us Are still so slight that naught prevents a man From living a life even worthy of the gods.

Nature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another’s death.

Things stand apart so far and differ, that What’s food for one is poison for another.

How many evils have flowed from religion.

How is it that the sky feeds the stars?

It is great wealth to a soul to live frugally with a contented mind.

How wretched are the minds of men, and how blind their understandings.

Aristotle says that metaphor causes the mind to experience itself in the act of making a mistake.

Only get people enough to agree to it, and the butchery of myriads of human beings is perfectly innocent. But how many does it take?

Millions of families could plant home gardens if they truly wanted health.

It is doubtful what fortune to-morrow will bring.

We had so much fun in Ghana and they are really lovely people.

Man is a strange animal, he doesn’t like to read the handwriting on the wall until his back is up against it.

The sinner is not the one who uses a lot of grace. The saint burns grace like a 747 burns fuel on take off.

When you fly from temptation, don’t leave a forwarding address. Where there’s smoke there’s fire.