We are only here below as in an inn on a journey. Let us, then have the feelings of travelers. We should think a man very strange who attached himself much to his inn. The wise Christian will not do this.

Witticisms are fire-arms, that make a noise and give pain.

Solitude causes us to write because it causes us to think.

Oh! if people were but acquainted with piety, they would not fear it so much, or give it so unattractive a character; 'tis the balm of life, and perhaps in the world it is believed to consist of bitterness, harshness, uncouthness; but, take my word for it, nothing is more gentle, more yielding, more loving than a pious soul.

One fancies that what one loves cannot die.

My God, how badly one calculates in this world! ... Let us leave off calculating on anything but death -- it is the only certainty.

Certainly, friends are sufficiently rare not to be neglected; they are life's best comforters.