Every pure thought is a glimpse of God.
Private sincerity is a public welfare.
Fine manners are like personal beauty,--a letter of credit everywhere.
Paradoxical as it may seem, God means not only to make us good, but to make us also happy, by sickness, disaster and disappointment.
The soul is one with its faith.
Father, mother, child, are the human trinity, whose substance must not be divided nor its persons confounded. As well reconstruct your granite out of the grains it is disintegrated into as society out of the dissolution of wedded love.