Pity is not enough better than indifference to benefit materially either agent or recipient.

My sin is the black spot which my bad act makes, seen against the disk of the Sun of Righteousness. Hence religion and sin come and go together.

The man who lives by himself and for himself is likely to be corrupted by the company he keeps.

Character is the impulse reined down into steady continuance.

Purposelessness is the fruitful mother of crime.

All true manliness grows around a core of divineness.

Faith is a kind of winged intellect. The great workmen of history have been men who believed like giants.