“They talk like angels but they live like men.”

It is our part to seek, His to grant what we ask; ours to make a beginning, His to bring it to completion; ours to offer what we can, His to finish what we cannot.

No one loves to tell of scandal except to him who loves to hear it. Learn, then, to rebuke and check the detracting tongue by showing that you do not listen to it with pleasure.

Let us learn upon earth those things which can call us to heaven.

Endeavor to have always in your hand a pious book, that with this shield you may defend yourself against bad thoughts.

Vanity is truly the motive power that moves humanity, and it is flattery that greases the wheels.

The charges we bring against others often come home to ourselves; we inveigh against faults which are as much ours as theirs; and so our eloquence ends by telling against ourselves.

Make knowledge of the Scripture your love. Live with them, meditate on them, make them the sole object of your knowledge and inquiries.

The scars of others should teach us caution.

It is no fault of Christianity that a hypocrite falls into sin.

Early impressions are hard to eradicate from the mind. When once wool has been dyed purple, who can restore it to its previous whiteness?

A vice in the heart is an idol on the altar.

Ignorance of the Scriptures is ignorance of Christ.

The Scriptures are shallow enough for a babe to come and drink without fear of drowning and deep enough for theologians to swim in without ever reaching the bottom.

It is worse still to be ignorant of your ignorance.

For the preservation of chastity, an empty and rumbling stomach and fevered lungs are indispensable.

Let your daughter have first of all the book of Psalms for holiness of heart, and be instructed in the Proverbs of Solomon for her godly life.

All forces that reside in the body are angels.

There is no reason why good cannot triumph as often as evil. The triumph of anything is a matter of organization. If there are such things as angels, I hope that they are organized along the lines of the Mafia.

Everyone entrusted with a mission is an angel.

When I look up, I see people cashing in. I don’t see heaven or saints or angels. I see people cashing in on every decent impulse and every human tragedy.

I am dirty, Milena, endlessly dirty, that is why I make such a fuss about cleanliness. None sing as purely as those in deepest hell; it is their singing we take for the singing of angels.

If men were angels, no government would be necessary.

An Angel who did not so much fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.

Let’s sit at the table of angels and allow our horns to pop through our halos.