And will the reflections of the people, think you, end there, when it is so easy for them to say that he who errs in one point may as well fail in all?
In questions of faith, my son, nothing is insignificant.

If we open one tower to the enemy he is master of the whole fortress.

In these unsettled times our sacred lore is like a chariot on the declivity of a precipice, and under the wheels thereof a stone.

A child takes away the stone, and the chariot rolls down into the abyss and is dashed to pieces.

Imagine the princess to be that child, and the stone a loaf that she would fain give to feed a beggar.