Paradise was made for tender hearts; hell, for loveless hearts.
Better is the enemy of good.
For can anything be sillier than to insist on carrying a burden one would continually much rather throw to the ground?
What is madness? To have erroneous perceptions and to reason correctly from them.
Shun idleness. It is rust that attaches itself to the most brilliant metals.
Another century and there will not be a Bible on earth!