When a knave is in a plumtree he hath neither friend nor kin.
Who would have thought my shrivel'd heart could have recovered greenness?
When all sinnes grow old, coveteousnesse is young.
It is a great victory that comes without blood.
If we can possibly avoid wrecking this little planet of ours, we will, But-there must be risks! There must be. In experimental work there always are!
Heresie is the school of pride.