We confess to little faults only to persuade ourselves that we have no great ones. – François VI de la Rochefoucault, Maxims Category: Self
The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us. – Robert Louis Stevenson Category: Self
I remember the 1940s as a time when we were united in a way known only to that generation. We belonged to a common cause-the war. – Gene Tierney Category: War
Is it faith to understand nothing, and merely submit your convictions implicitly to the Church? – John Calvin Category: Faith