The Spirit Is The True Self.

To Stumble Twice Against The Same Stone, Is A Proverbial Disgrace. [lat., Culpa Enim Illa, Bis Ad Eundem, Vulgari Reprehensa Proverbio Est.]

If I Had More Time, I Would Have Written A Shorter Letter.

No Deceit Is So Veiled As That Which Lies Concealed Behind The Semblance Of Courtesy.

Next To God We Are Nothing. To God We Are Everything.

Times Are Bad. Children No Longer Obey Their Parents, And Everyone Is Writing A Book.