Miracle is the pet child of faith.
I treat my heart like a sick child and gratify its every fancy
Woe to falsehood! it affords no relief to the breast, like truth; it gives us no comfort, pains him who forges it, and like an arrow directed by a god flies back and wounds the archer.
First let a man teach himself, and then he will be taught by others.
A man's errors are what make him amiable.
Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Willing is not enough; we must do.