One century's saint is the next century's heretic ... and one century's heretic is the next century's saint. It is as well to think long and calmly before affixing either name to any man.

Too much trust is folly, in an imperfect world.

Truth can be costly, but in the end it never falls short of value for the price paid.

To have faith in Divine protection is good, but even beter if backed by the pratical assistance heaven has a right to expect from sensible mortals.

What are wits for unless a man uses them?

Death, after all, is the common expectation from birth. Neither heroes nor cowards can escape it.

All the things of the wild have their proper uses. Only misuse makes them evil.