“Happy the man to whom heaven has given a morsel of bread without laying him under the obligation of thanking any other for it than heaven itself.”

One of the effects of fear is to disturb the senses and cause things to appear other than what they are.

I have always heard, Sancho, that doing good to base fellows is like throwing water into the sea.

Dine on little, and sup on less.

A stout heart breaks bad luck.

To be good to the vile is to throw water into the sea.

Let every man look before he leaps.

God who gives the wound gives the salve.

The ass bears the load, but not the overload.

Fortune may have yet a better success in reserve for you and they who lose today may win tomorrow.

Believe there are no limits but the sky.

Get the better of yourself – this is the best kind of victory.

Until death it is all life.

Those who’ll play with cats must expect to be scratched.

Great persons are able to do great kindnesses.

The wounds received in battle bestow honor, they do not take it away.

Thou hast seen nothing yet.

The Eucharist prepares us for a place in eternity, because it is the Bread of Heaven.

My piece of bread only belongs to me when I know that everyone else has a share, and that no one starves while I eat.

People who treat other people as less than human must not be surprised when the bread they have cast on the waters comes floating back to them, poisoned.

If they can make penicillin out of moldy bread, then they can sure make something out of you.

To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the breaking of bread.

There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.

One must labor for beauty as for bread.

Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.