A doctor’s door should never be closed, a priest's door should always be open.

Here we stop. Upon the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, his finger on his lip.

She was a lovely blonde, with fine teeth. She had gold and pearls for her dowry; but her gold was on her head, and her pearls were in her mouth.

Thought is the work of the intellect, reverie is its self-indulgence. To substitute day-dreaming for thought is to confuse a poison with a source of nourishment.

A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

Let us sacrifice one day to gain perhaps a whole life.

...But listen, there will be more joy in heaven over the tears of a repentant sinner than over the white robes of a hundred just men.