A form of self-delusion.

There was one who thought himself above me, and he was above me until he had that thought.

The ineffable joy of forgiving and being forgiven forms an ecstasy that might well arouse the envy of the gods.

Our admiration is so given to dead martyrs that we have little time for living heroes.

If there is any better way to teach virtue than by practicing it, I do not know it.

One can play comedy, two are required for melodrama, but a tragedy demands three.

What people need and what they want may be very different.