We are most unfair to God; we do not allow Him to sin.
Every habit makes our hand more witty and our wit less handy.
Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present.
Is not wounded vanity the mother of all tragedies?
And if you are not a bird, then beware of coming to rest above an abyss.
Whoever deliberately attempts to insure confidentiality with another person is usually in doubt as to whether he inspires that person's confidence in him. One who is sure that he inspires confidence attaches little importance to confidentiality.