A man is often a bad adviser to himself and a good adviser to another.
If you have a good cellar at home don't go drinking at the tavern.
Of what does not concern you say nothing good or bad.
After three years even a disaster can be good for something.
If everyone thought alike, no goods would ever be sold.
Of no worldly good can the joy be perfect, unless it is shared by a friend.
Of the good we have an understanding, for fools we keep a stick upstairs.
Money is only good for a weekday, a holiday, and a rainy day.
Under a tattered cloak you will generally find a good drinker.
Any landing you can walk away from is a good one.
No man is a good physician who has never been sick.
You cannot forge a good sword from bad iron.
People aren't good unless others are made better by them.
He that can't endure the bad, will not live to see the good.
If you don't want to do something, one excuse is as good as another.
Peace is the gift of God. Do you want peace? Go to God. Do you want peace in your families? Go to God. Do you want peace to brood over your families? If you do, live your religion, and the very peace of God will dwell and abide with you, for that is ...
Leo lowered his screwdriver. He looked at the ceiling and shook his head like, What am I gonna do with this guy? "I try very hard to be annoying," Leo said. "Don't insult my ability to annoy. And how am I supposed to resent you if you go apologizing?...
When the mind, for want of being sufficiently reduced by recollection at our first engaging in devotion, has contracted certain bad habits of wandering and dissipation, they are difficult to overcome, and commonly draw us, even against our wills, to ...
The filling of the Holy Spirit brings a sharp separation between the believer and the world. Actually, after Pentecost, they were looking at another world. They really saw another world. Nowadays, we perceive that even a large part of evangelical Chr...
You really shouldn’t have come,” Lord Blackthorne said, his hand slipping across my face to cup my jaw, fingers brushing my cheek. I shrieked, shrinking back and kicking at my captor with stocking-covered feet. “Such a pretty child, in such an ...
I'm back in the basement of the Ascension Catholic Church, Francisco. And Little Suzie is here. She's lying on an alter, and they're hurting her. The bastards. They're hurting her. There is blood all over the place. There are candles burning and peop...
