It is a very curious thing about superstition. One would expect that the man who had once seen his morbid dreams were not fulfilled would abandon them for the future; but on the contrary they grow even stronger just as the love of gambling increases in a man who has once lost in a lottery.

A 'no' does not hide anything, but a 'yes' very easily becomes a deception.

Future is everything that past has forgotten.

Purity of heart is to will one thing.

Backwards understood be only can but, forwards lived be must life.

Theology sits rouged at the window and courts philosophy's favor, offering to sell her charms to it.

Adversity draws men together and produces beauty and harmony in life's relationships, just as the cold of winter produces ice-flowers on the window-panes, which vanish with the warmth.