Pity Is Like Eating Mustard Without Beef.

Man Is A Mixed Being, Made Up Of A Spiritual Soul And Of A Fleshly Body; The Angels Are Pure Spirits, Herein Nearer To God, Only That They Are Created And Finite In All Respects, Free From Decay, Free From The Power Of Death, Whereas God Is Infinite And Uncreated.

Crimes Sometimes Shock Us Too Much; Vices Almost Always Too Little.

Every Irishman, The Saying Goes, Has A Potato In His Head.

It Is With Flowers As With Moral Qualities; The Bright Are Sometimes Poisonous; But, I Believe, Never The Sweet.

Friendship Is Love Without Its Flowers Or Veil.