Fortune Favours The Audacious.

For Them It's Out-of-date And Outmoded To Perform Miracles; Teaching The People Is Too Like Hard Work, Interpreting The Holy Scriptures Is For Schoolmen And Praying Is A Waste Of Time;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.

The Most Disadvantageous Peace Is Better Than The Most Just War.

Now What Else Is The Whole Life Of Mortals, But A Sort Of Comedy In Which The Various Actors, Disguised By Various Costumes And Masks, Walk On And Play Each Ones Part Until The Manager Walks Them Off The Stage?

The Entire World Is My Temple, And A Very Fine One Too, If I'm Not Mistaken, And I'll Never Lack Priests To Serve It As Long As There Are Men.

From Hence, No Question, Has Sprung An Observation ... Confirmed Now Into A Settled Opinion, That Some Long Experienced Souls In The World, Before Their Dislodging, Arrive To The Height Of Prophetic Spirits.