A fat stomach never breeds fine thoughts.

Being over seventy is like being engaged in a war. All our friends are going or gone and we survive amongst the dead and the dying as on a battlefield.

Love is not to be purchased, and affection has no price.

For the preservation of chastity, an empty and rumbling stomach and fevered lungs are indispensable.

The Scriptures are shallow enough for a babe to come and drink without fear of drowning and deep enough for theologians to swim in without ever reaching the bottom.

Do not marvel at the novelty of the thing, if a Virgin gives birth to God.

Begin now what you will be hereafter.