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

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

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

Better far off to leave half the ruins and nine-tenths of the churches unseen and to see well the rest; to see them not once, but again and often again; to watch them, to learn them, to live with them, to love them, till they have become a part of life and life's recollections.

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

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.

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