I regret not death. I am going to meet my friends in another world.

When the devil grows old he turns hermit.

Cruelty ever proceeds from a vile mind, and often from a cowardly heart.

From heresy, frenzy and jealousy, good Lord deliver me.

For rarely man escapes his destiny.

Nature made him, and then broke the mold.

Who seems most hideous when adorned the most.

Man proposes, and God disposes.

For rarely man escapes his destiny. [It., Che l'uomo il suo destin fugge di raro.]

Such fire was not by water to be drown'd, Nor he his nature changed by changing ground. [Lat., Ne spegner puo per star nell'acqua il foco; Ne puo stato mutar per mutar loco.]

Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.

Coming into a realization that there is purpose in why God has given all of us the gift of life- To promote the cause of Christ and God's Kingdom in a creative manner that expresses our uniqueness.

It's easier to apologize afterwards than getting something allowed in the first place.

Dedication to one's work in the world is the only possible sanctifica-tion. Religion in all its forms is dedication to Someone Else's work, not yours.

As more information becomes available, and the magnitude of the storm's impact becomes even more apparent, it becomes clear that this recovery will be lengthy.

What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air, Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare. Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians' food, And France robs marshes of the croaking brood.

Fools rush in where wise men fear to trade.

There is a great fear that plagues only romantics and children... it is that they might be alright alone.

Nothing is so high and above all danger that is not below and in the power of God. [Lat., Nihil ita sublime est, supraque pericula tendit Non sit ut inferius suppositumque deo.]

Before we find world peace, we gotta find peace in the war on the streets.