Eagles Don't Catch Flies.

Christians Would Show Sense If They Dispatched These Argumentative Scotists And Pigheaded Ockhamists And Undefeated Albertists Along With The Whole Regiment Of Sophists To Fight The Turks And Saracens Instead Of Sending Those Armies Of Dull-witted Soldiers With Whom They've Long Been Carrying On War With No Result.

For Them It's Out-of-date And Outmoded To Perform Miracles; Teaching The People Is Too Like Hard Work, Interpreting The Holy Scriptures Is For Schoolmen And Praying Is A Waste Of Time; To Shed Tears Is Weak And Womanish, To Be Needy Is Degrading; To Suffer Defeat Is A Disgrace And Hardly Fitting For One Who Scarcely Permits The Greatest Of Kings To Kiss The Toes Of His Sacred Feet; And Finally, Death Is An Unattractive Prospect, And Dying On A Cross Would Be An Ignominious End.

Whether A Party Can Have Much Success Without A Woman Present I Must Ask Others To Decide, But One Thing Is Certain, No Party Is Any Fun Unless Seasoned With Folly.

The Desire To Write Grows With Writing.

I Put Up With This Church, In The Hope That One Day It Will Become Better, Just As It Is Constrained To Put Up With Me In The Hope That I Will Become Better.