Moral progress is a process of isolation; the mountain tops are lonely.
An Irishman can be worried by the consciousness that there is nothing to worry about.
Humility is pride in God.
Memory is a crazy woman who hoards colored rags and throws away food.
Treat kindly every miserable truth that knocks begging at your door, otherwise you will some day fail to recognize Truth Himself when He comes in rags.
Charity is the note that resolves the discord.