Three Royal Air Force aeroplanes have come over to us so far with their arms and equipment.
To look at ourselves from afar, to make the subjective suddenly objective: this gives us a psychic shock.
We easily forgive our friends those faults that do no affect us ourselves.
We are easily comforted for the misfortunes of our friends, when those misfortunes give us an occasion of expressing our affection and solicitude.
Being Latin parents makes us extremely expressive with our affections.
Little things console us because little things afflict us.
Affliction comes to us, not to make us sad but sober; not to make us sorry but wise.
Though all afflictions are evils in themselves, yet they are good for us, because they discover to us our disease and tend to our cure.
We should be more anxious that our afflictions should benefit us than that they should be speedily removed from us.
Our own relentless search for novelty and social status locks us into an iron cage of consumerism. Affluence has itself betrayed us.
Our affluence has allowed us to move to a place where we tend to make things pleasurable, as opposed to efficient.
The sense of this word among the Greeks affords the noblest definition of it; enthusiasm signifies God in us.
There is a firm, clear commitment to provide resources and ideas to enable us to organize the Afghans towards starting the process of rehabilitation and reconstruction.
We are carrying collectively a lot of trauma, especially those of us in the African-American community. And if we're not careful, it'll overtake us, and we'll self-destruct.
No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.
Religion has convinced us that there's something else entirely other than concerns about suffering. There's concerns about what God wants, there's concerns about what's going to happen in the afterlife.
Virtue is relative to the actions and ages of each of us in all that we do.
But let us not too hastily triumph in the shame of Sparta, lest we aggravate our own condemnation.
The mystery of the beginning of all things is insoluble by us; and I for one must be content to remain an agnostic.
Hope, deceiving as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.
