Faith is a sounder guide than reason. Reason can only go so far, but faith has no limits.

It is good to be tired and wearied by the futile search after the true good, that we may stretch out our arms to the Redeemer.

The present is never the mark of our designs. We use both past and present as our means and instruments, but the future only as our object and aim.

I cannot judge my work while I am doing it. I have to do as painters do, stand back and view it from a distance, but not too great a distance. How great? Guess.

The charm of fame is so great that we like every object to which it is attached, even death.

A mere trifle consoles us, for a mere trifle distresses us.

We have so exalted a notion of the human soul that we cannot bear to be despised, or even not to be esteemed by it. Man, in fact, places all his happiness in this esteem.