The man who never fasts is no more in the way to heaven than the man who never prays.

This earthly body is slow and heavy in all its motions, listless and soon tired with action. But our heavenly bodies shall be as fire; as active and as nimble as our thoughts are.

When Poetry thus keeps its place as the handmaiden of piety, it shall attain not a poor perishable wreath, but a crown that fadeth not away.

[Christ] does not give [men] light but from moment to moment; the instant He withdraws, all is darkness.... God does not give them a stock of holiness.

Oh Lord, let me not live to be useless.

My mother was the source from which I derived the guiding principles of my life.

They say I killed six or seven men for snoring. Well, it ain't true. I only killed one man for snoring.