That which a man spits against heaven, shall fall back on his own face.

As God by creation made two of one, so again by marriage He made one of two.

Grace comes into the soul as the morning sun into the world: there is first a dawning, then a mean light, and at last the sun in his excellent brightness.

Prevention is so much better than healing because it saves the labor of being sick.

No man more truly loves God than he that is most fearful to offend Him.

A man may be so bold of his predestination, that he forget his conversation.

He who reforms himself, has done much toward reforming others; and one reason why the world is not reformed, is, because each would have others make a beginning, and never thinks of himself doing it.

The hypocrite, certainly, is a secret atheist; for if he did believe there was a God, he durst not be so bold as to deceive Him to His face.

He who demands mercy and shows none ruins the bridge over which he himself is to pass.

He who is proud of his knowledge, has gout in the wrong end.

Satan like a fisher, baits his hook according to the appetite of the fish.

Die Welt ist von Narren geschaffen, damit Weise in ihr Leben.

K, n. A consonant; originally precisely that of our H, but altered to its present shape to commemorate the destruction of [one of two lofty columns in] the great temple of Jarute.

I think because I was brought up in a Christian home, I was kind of careful not to swear in my lyrics.

We have not long to live in any event. Let us spend what is left in seeking the unpeopled world behind the sunrise.

When I read the scripts, I'm always so excited to see what's going to happen because it's unpredictable.

All that kept her from breaking was that it was not an image of strength that was leaving her; she would be just as strong without him.

Every time we share something rather than own it ourselves, we reduce the stress on the planet. That could make the critical difference as the global population continues to grow.

If I waited for perfection... I would never write a word.

And then I thought that I had to be like Sherlock Holmes and I had to detach my mind at will to a remarkable degree so that I did not notice how much it was hurting inside my head.

The job of the photographer, in my view, is not to catalogue indisputable fact but to try to be coherent about intuition and hope. This is not to say that he is unconcerned with the truth.