Train up a fig tree in the way it should go, and when you are old sit under the shade of it.
Minds, like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled, ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort.
"It is hard to be brave," said Piglet, sniffing slightly, "when you're only a Very Small Animal."
When I was One,So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.
I was (and am) a terrible conversationist but consider myself a good communicator.
Luxury, that baneful poison, has unstrung and enfeebled her sons.
Weak and kindly people are often very treacherous. And if they’ve got a grudge against life it saps the little moral strength that they may posses.
The old, you must remember, though considered incapable of action, have nevertheless a good fund of experience on which to draw.
The direction of the world overwhelms me at this time. In the long run, all the continents (yellow, black and brown) will spill over onto Old Europe. They are hundreds and hundreds of millions. They are hungry and they are not afraid to die. We no longer know how to die or how to kill. We could preach, but Europe believes in nothing. So, we must wait for the year 1000 or a miracle. For my part, I find it harder and harder to live before a wall.