Faith is a devout belief in what one does not understand.

I hear nothings, I speak nothings, I take interest in nothing and from nothing to nothing I travel gently down the dull way which leads to becoming nothing.

Do I believe in ghosts? No, but I'm afraid of them.

[On the legend that after being beheaded St. Denis walked six miles with his head in his hands:] It is only the first step that is difficult.

Let us strive to improve ourselves, for we cannot remain stationary; one either progresses or retrogrades.

Heed the still small voice that so seldom leads us wrong, and never into folly.

Rules of society are nothing; one's conscience is the umpire.