A man would do nothing if he waited until he could do it so well that no one could find fault.
Lions would have fared better, had lions been the artists.
Man is emphatically self-made.
How many writers are there... who, breaking up their subject into details, destroy its life, and defraud us of the whole by their anxiety about the parts.
How can we understand forgiveness if we haven't recognized the depth of our sin?
The world is content with setting right the surface of things.