A Heretic Is A Man Who Sees

The Most Deadly Fruit Is Borne By The Hatred Which One Grafts On An Extinguished Friendship

The True Value Of Man Is Not Determined By His Possession, Supposed Or Real, Of Truth, But Rather By His Sincere Exertion To Get To The Truth. It Is Not Possession Of Truth By Which He Extends His Powers And In Which His Ever-growing Perfectability Is To Be Found. Possession Makes One Passive, Indolent And Proud. If God Were To Hold All Truth Concealed In His Right Hand, And In His Left Only The Steady And Diligent Drive For Truth, Albeit With The Proviso That I Would Always And Forever Err In The Process, And To Offer Me The Choice, I Would With All Humility Take The Left Hand.

Yesterday I Lived, Today I Suffer, Tomorrow I Die; But I Still Think Fondly, Today And Tomorrow, Of Yesterday.

My God, Grant That My Bounty May Be A Clear And Transparent River, Flowing From Pure Charity, And Uncontaminated By Self-love, Ambition, Or Interest. Thanks Are Due Not To Me, But Thee, From Whom All I Possess Is Derived. And What Are The Paltry Gifts For Which My Neighbor Forgets To Thank Me, Compared With The Immense Blessings For Which I Have So Often Forgotten To Be Grateful To Thee!

With A Clear Sky, A Bright Sun, And A Gentle Breeze, You Will Have Friends In Plenty; But Let Fortune Frown, And The Firmament Be Overcast, And Then Your Friends Will Prove Like The Strings Of The Lute, Of Which You Will Tighten Ten Before You Find One That Will Bear The Stretch And Keep The Pitch.