When a man arrives at great prosperity God did it: when he falls into disaster he did it himself.

Being made merely in the image of God but not otherwise resembling him enough to be mistaken by anybody but a very near sighted person.

I could forgive the boy, now, if he'd committed a million sins!

More than once I had seen a noble who had gotten his enemy at a disadvantage stop to pray before cutting his throat.

You perceive I generalize with intrepidity from single instances. It is the tourist's custom.

You cant reach old age by another man's road, my habits protect my life but they would assassinate you

There are basically two types of people. People who accomplish things, and people who claim to have accomplished things. The first group is less crowded.