Every thought was once a poem.
My sin is the black spot which my bad act makes, seen against the disk of the Sun of Righteousness. Hence religion and sin come and go together.
Science is busy with the hither-end of things, not the thither-end.
Faith is the heroism of the intellect.
Virtue is safe only when it is inspired.
Pity is not enough better than indifference to benefit materially either agent or recipient.