If every man's internal care Were written on his brow How many would our pity share Who raise our envy now?

It is the just decree of Heaven that a traitor never sees his danger till his ruin is at hand.

Prepare thy soul calmly to obey; such offering will be more acceptable to God than every other sacrifice.

Love is a feeling that comes into our hearts of our own choice for neither force nor harshness can limit the heart's freedom.

The eye that gazes upon the sun sees not the orb it looks upon, confounded by the excess of its brightness.

Every noble acquisition is attended with its risks; he who fears to encounter the one must not expect to obtain the other.

The pilot who is always dreading a rock or a tempest must not complain if he remain a poor fisherman. We must at times trust, something to fortune, for fortune has often some share in what happens.

The canker which the trunk conceals is revealed by the leaves, the fruit, or the flower.

Cowards' weapons neither cut nor pierce.

Fortune is the best school of courage when she is fraught with anger, in the same way as winds and tempests are the school of the sailorboy.

If the internal griefs of every man could be read, written on his forehead, how many who now excite envy would appear to be the objects of pity?

The Jesus Movement had survived the fad phase and was settling down for the long haul.

Some minds are made of blotting-paper: you can write nothing on them distinctly. They swallow the ink, and you find a large spot.

Somebody give me a banana. I'm playing like a monkey, so I might as well eat like one.

Around 1967 I began backing away from dogmatic Leninism, not so much because I thought it was false, I just decided there was nothing utopian about it.

I purposefully isolate myself from anything that has to do with any press. I don't read any press about myself.

How often one talks not to hear what the other person has got to say, but to hear what one has got to say oneself!

Truth is something so noble that if God could turn aside from it, I could keep the truth and let God go.

It is impossible not to love someone who makes toast for you.

So many cartoonists draw the same year after year. When they find a style, they stick with it. They don't mess with innovation, and they become boring.

The equal toleration of all religions...is the same as atheism.