A vice in common can be the ground of a friendship but not a virtue in common. X and Y may be friends because they are both drunkards or womanizers but, if they are both sober and chaste, they are friends for some other reason.

Those who hate to go to bed fear death; those who hate to get up fear life.

Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.

Lovers have lived so long with giants and elves, they won't believe again in their own size.

Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire; Still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire.

Oh, how I wish that Orwell were still alive, so that I could read his comments on contemporary events!

May it not be that, just as we have to have faith in Him, God has to have faith in us and, considering the history of the human race so far, may it not be that 'faith' is even more difficult for Him than it is for us?