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

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

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.

A man prone to suspect evil is mostly looking in his neighbor for what he sees in himself.

To Adam Paradise was home. To the good among his descendants home is paradise.

The ancients dreaded death: the Christian can only fear dying.

What hypocrites we seem to be whenever we talk of ourselves! Our words sound so humble, while our hearts are so proud.