Do not let your deeds belie your words, lest when you speak in church someone may say to himself, 'Why do you not practice what you preach'
To saints their very slumber is a prayer.
The fact is that my native land is a prey to barbarism, that in it men's only God is their belly, that they live only for the present, and that the richer a man is the holier he is held to be.
Why do you not practice what you preach?
The friendship that can cease has never been real.