Sloth

Life is like a snowball, all you need is wet snow, and a really long hill.

The river of human life meanders along, through many a valley, leaps over many a cliff, loses itself in many a marsh and seeks to empty itself in the ocean of Divine Grace; though, what happens is that it falls into the undrinkable expanse of salt.

There is one kind of prison where the man is behind bars, and everything that he desires is outside; and there is another kind where the things are behind the bars, and the man is outside.

Moderation resembles temperance. We are not so unwilling to eat more, as afraid of doing ourselves harm by it.

Many a man is praised for his reserve and so-called shyness when he is simply too proud to risk making a fool of himself.