A Quote by Benedict of Nursia

Be careful to be gentle, lest in removing the rust, you break the whole instrument. — © Benedict of Nursia
Be careful to be gentle, lest in removing the rust, you break the whole instrument.
The president said that this is not removing a mole. You know, removing a mole, that's an outpatient sort of an operation. This was removing a cancer, removing a cancer takes more time.
People are soft. The whole world is. That's why you have to be careful what you say, careful what you post, careful what you wear.
We cannot rest and sit down lest we rust and decay. Health is maintained only through work. And as it is with all life so it is with science. We are always struggling from the relative to the absolute.
Careful what you hunt, lest you catch it.
Rust rust rust in the engines of love and time.
Be careful when you fight the monsters, lest you become one.
Be careful, lest in casting out your demon you exorcise the best thing in you.
Do not delay in coming to grace, but hasten, lest the robber outstrip you, lest the adulterer pass you by, lest the insatiate be satisfied before you, lest the murderer seize the blessing first, or the publican or the fornicator, or any of these violent ones who take the Kingdom of heaven by force (cf. Mt. 11:12). For it suffers violence willingly, and is tyrannized over through goodness.
For a generation that gets most of its information off a computer screen (be it Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, Twitter or what have you), an athlete has to be very careful about the public/private aspect of that. Be careful not to be overly critical, be careful with use of language, and understand the whole world is watching.
If you spend your whole life being careful not to break anything, you'll get terribly bored, you know...I can't think of anything more fun than being impulsive!
You do have to be a bit careful with your voice. It is an instrument.
. . . if gold rust, what then will iron do?/ For if a priest be foul in whom we trust/ No wonder that a common man should rust. . . .
Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.
We should be careful of the insults we fling at others, lest they return and land at our feet, newly minted to apply to those who had first coined them.
It's like a whole orchestra, the piano for me. And also it's to me the greatest instrument. I shouldn't say that, but I believe that this is the only instrument I can really feel happy about playing.
The great distinction of a true Christian is the indwelling of the Holy Spirit. How careful should he be, lest anything in his thoughts or feelings would be offensive to the Divine Guest.!
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