Where there is the necessary technical skill to move mountains, there is no need for the faith that moves mountains.
It is a sign of creeping inner death when we can no longer praise the living.
People who bite the hand that feeds them usually lick the boot that kicks them.
To the old, the new is usually bad news.
A grievance is most poignant when almost redressed.
What greater reassurance can the weak have than that they are like anyone else?