Mercy imitates God and disappoints Satan.
He that enjoys naught without thanksgiving is as though he robbed God.
The road to Hell is paved with the bones of priests and monks, and the skulls of bishops are the lamp posts that light the path.
Prayer is the root, the fountain, the mother of a thousand blessings.
That is true plenty, not to have, but not to want riches.
Good men do not always have grace and favor, lest they should be puffed up, and grow insolent and proud.