The intellect of the wise is like glass; it admits the light of heaven and reflects it.
Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body. It is wholesome and bracing for the mind to have its faculties kept of the stretch.
Pity is like eating mustard without beef.
The ancients dreaded death: the Christian can only fear dying.
Many are ambitious of saying grand things, that is, of being grandiloquent.
The virtue of Paganism was strength: the virtue of Christianity is obedience.