Blessed are the forgetful: for they get the better even of their blunders.

Those who show pity and are always ready to help during times of trouble are seldom the same ones who rejoice in our joy: when others are happy they have nothing to do, they become superfluous and lose their feeling of superiority, and so they easily show their displeasure.

The familiarity of superiors embitters one, because it may not be returned.

We often refuse to accept an idea merely because the tone of voice in which it has been expressed is unsympathetic to us.

Do not paint a picture either of God or the devil on your walls: this will ruin both your walls and the atmosphere.

Priests ... these turkey-cocks of God.

Of all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his blood.