Some people carry their hearts in their heads; very many carry their heads in their hearts. The difficulty is to keep them apart, yet both actively working together.

It is well for us that we are born babies in intellect. Could we understand half what mothers say and do to their infants, we should be filled with a conceit of our own importance, which would render us insupportable through life.

Pity is like eating mustard without beef.

Love, it has been said, flows downward. The love of parents for their children has always been far more powerful than that of children for their parents; and who among the sons of men ever loved God with a thousandth part of the love which God has manifested to us?

The intellect of the wise is like glass; it admits the light of heaven and reflects it.

Only when the voice of duty is silent, or when it has already spoken, may we allowably think of the consequences of a particular action.

Friendship closes its eye rather than see the moon eclipsed; while malice denies that it is ever at the full.