Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.

Faith begins where Reason sinks exhausted.

It wouldn't be God if He didn't go beyond the limits of things men could do; and so He loved so wholly it swallows up, so deeply it sinks far, so widely it reaches all, so highly it cannot be attained else where; and to talk about how long His love is, is to never end His praise. He has loved us so perfectly indeed.

Any polis which is truly so called, and is not merely one in name, must devote itself to the end of encouraging goodness. Otherwise, political association sinks into a mere alliance.

"And further, God should not be regarded as older than His creations by any period of time, but rather by the peculiar property of His own single nature. For the infinite changing of temporal things tries to imitate the ever simultaneously present immutability of His life: it cannot succeed in imitating or equalling this, but sinks from immutability into change, and falls from the single directness of the present into an infinite space of future and past. And since this temporal state cannot possess its life completely and simultaneously, but it does, in the same manner, exist forever without ceasing, it therefore seems to try in some degree to rival that which it cannot fulfill or represent, for it binds itself to some sort of present time out of this small and fleeting moment; but inasmuch as this temporal present bears a certain appearance of that abiding present, it somehow

Advice is like snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.

Any man today who returns from work sinks into a chair and calls for his pipe is a man with an appetite for danger.

In a movie like this the relationship between the two guys is crucial. It sinks or swims on how these two guys are together. I think we did a good job.

Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry on the other hand poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.

Faith begins where Reason sinks exhausted.