Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.
Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind.
In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.
Genteel women suppose that those things do not really exist about which it is...
Behind all their personal vanity women themselves always have an impersonal...
Nothing is so threatening to conventional values as a man who does not...
Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge: it is...
No thief, however skillful, can rob one of knowledge, and that is why...
