Ignorance is the Mother of Devotion.

Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him, all his life long.

Hope and patience are two sovereign remedies for all, the surest reposals, the softest cushions to lean on in adversity.

Certainty is not biologically possible. We must learn (and teach our children) to tolerate the unpleasantness of uncertainty. Science has given us the language and tools of probabilities. We have methods for analyzing and ranking opinion according to their likelihood of correctness. That is enough.

Every schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grunnius Corocotta Porcellus at his fingers end.

Our mental limitations prevent us from accepting our mental limitations.

Diseases crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry them, wither them, rivel them up like old apples, make them as so many Anatomies.