...it is a sneaking piece of cowardice for authors to put feigned names to their works, as if, like bastards of their brain, they were afraid to own them.

So our student will flit like a busy bee through the entire garden of literature, light on every blossom, collect a little nectar from each, and carry it to his hive.

Great eagerness in the pursuit of wealth, pleasure, or honor, cannot exist without sin.

Our determination to imitiate Christ should be such that we have no time for other matters.

They take unbelievable pleasure in the hideous blast of the hunting horn and baying of the hounds. Dogs dung smells sweet as cinnamon to them.

When I get a little money I buy books; and if any is left I buy food and clothes.

Man's mind is so formed that it is far more susceptible to falsehood than to truth.