When we want to read of the deeds that are done for love, whither do we turn? To the murder column.

I have my own soul. My own spark of divine fire.

Be like the sun and meadow, which are not in the least concerned about the coming winter.

Where there is no knowledge ignorance calls itself science.

The love of economy is the root of all virtue.

There are no secrets better kept than the secrets everybody guesses.

Why not give Christianity a trial?