Conversation in its true meaning isn't all wagging the tongue; sometimes it is a deeply shared silence.

What we call luck is the inner man externalized. We make things happen to us.

The egotist is all surface; underneath is a pulpy mess and a lot of self-doubt. But the egoist may be yielding and even deferential in things he doesn't consider important; in anything that touches his core he is remorseless.

A man must be obedient to the promptings of his innermost heart.

The result of a single action may spread like the circles that expand when a stone is thrown into a pond, until they touch places and people unguessed at by the person who threw the stone.

I still have trouble identifying grammatical structures by name, though I know them as matters of usage.

On the whole, we treat the Devil shamefully, and the worse we treat Him the more He laughs at us.