How awful to reflect that what people say of us is true!
There are people who, like houses, are beautiful in dilapidation.
It is through the cracks in our brains that ecstasy creeps in.
There are few sorrows in which a good income is of no avail.
An improper mind is a perpetual feast.
The lusts and greeds of the body scandalize the Soul; but it has to come to heel.