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.

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.

Happy the boy whose mother is tired of talking nonsense to him before he is old enough to know the sense of it.

The virtue of Paganism was strength: the virtue of Christianity is obedience.

A mother should give her children a superabundance of enthusiasm; that after they have lost all they are sure to lose on mixing with the world, enough may still remain to prompt fated support them through great actions.

The question is not whether a doctrine is beautiful but whether it is true. When we wish to go to a place, we do not ask whether the road leads through a pretty country, but whether it is the right road.

The power of faith will often shine forth the most when the character is naturally weak.