There is no mistake so great as the mistake of not going on.
The countless gold of a merry heart, The rubies and pearls of a loving eye, The indolent never can bring to the mart, Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
The eye sees more than the heart knows.
To generalize is to be an idiot.
Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse.