If I lose at play, I blaspheme; if my fellow loses, he blasphemes. So, God is always the loser.
All our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.
As soon as there was two there was pride.
Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.
I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.
If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?