Venial sin becomes mortal sin when one approves it as an end. . .

The things that we love tell us what we are.

To pretend angels do not exist because they are invisible is to believe we never sleep because we don't see ourselves sleeping.

The greatest kindness one can render to any man consists in leading him from error to truth.

We must love them both, those whose opinions we share and those whose opinions we reject, for both have labored in the search for truth, and both have helped us in finding it.

Man cannot live without joy; therefore when he is deprived of true spiritual joys it is necessary that he become addicted to carnal pleasures.

For those with faith, no evidence is necessary; for those without it, no evidence will suffice.

If you can live amid injustice without anger, you are immoral as well as unjust.

To love is to will the good of the other.

Nothing created has ever been able to fill the heart of man. God alone can fill it infinitely.

How can we live in harmony? First we need to know we are all madly in love with the same God.

I think to think. Not to be thought-full, or to reach a point of wisdom or acquire a grace of knowledge. I think for the sensuality of thought.

The larger the island of knowledge, the longer the shoreline of wonder.

My belief is the belief of no beliefs. That's my belief.

Branding is to constantly create a perception in the mind of consumers that there is no product like yours

We try to find chemistry; we don't do a lot of situational baseball.

The government is far more interested in taking, in regulated taking, than in promoting spontaneous generosity.

It is the duty of the Umpire to determine all questions submitted to him according to these laws, when they apply, and according to his best judgment when they do not apply.

I've never been that confident. I don't tend to think, swaggeringly, I'm going to ace this. It's just not who I am.

I am a huge, huge, huge fan of index funds. They are the investor’s best friend and Wall Street’s worst nightmare.

Imagine if you were a drummer, and you accidentally picked up two magic wands instead of sticks. There you are, keeping the beat, the next thing you know, your bass player turns into a can of soup.