Talking over the things which you have read with your companions fixes them on the mind.

There's not a plant or flower below but makes Thy glories known, And clouds arise, and tempests blow by order from Thy throne; While all that borrows life from Thee is ever in Thy care; And everywhere that we can be, Thou, God art present there.

I have been there, and still would go; 'T is like a little heaven below.

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

Everyday is a birthday; every moment of it is new to us; we are born again, renewed for fresh work and endeavor.

When a false argument puts on the appearance of a true one, then it is properly called a sophism or fallacy.

Acquaint yourself with your own ignorance.