A hermit who has been shut up in his cell in a college has contracted a sort of mould and rust upon his soul.

As a man may be eating all day, and for want of digestion is never nourished, so these endless readers may cram themselves in vain with intellectual food.

And he that does one fault at first And lies to hide it, makes it two.

Speak softly. It is far better to rule by love than fear.Speak softly. Let no harsh words mar the good we may do here.

Forbid it Lord that I should boast, save in the death of Christ, my God: All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.

Acquaint yourself with your own ignorance.

There's no repentance in the grave.