While We Are Actually Subjected To Them,

Suspicion Often Creates What It Suspects.

All The Delights Of Sense, Or Heart, Or Intellect, With Which You Could Once Have Tempted Him, Even The Delights Of Virtue Itself, Now Seem To Him In Comparison But As The Half Nauseous Attractions Of A Raddled Harlot Would Seem To A Man Who Hears That His True Beloved Whom He Has Loved All His Life And Whom He Had Believed To Be Dead Is Alive And Even Now At His Door.

You Can Give The Devil Too Much Or Too Little Attention.

Forgiveness Does Not Mean Excusing.

Art Can Teach Without At All Ceasing To Be Art.