The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

Excessive sensibility is only another name for morbid self-consciousness.

God, we are told, looked upon the world after he had created it and pronounced it good; but ascetic pietists, in their wisdom, cast their eyes over it, and substantially pronounce it a dead failure, a miserable production, a poor concern.

Successful love takes a load off our hearts, and puts it upon our shoulders.

As threshing separates the wheat from the chaff, so does affliction purify virtue.

The light in the world comes principally from two sources,-the sun, and the student's lamp.

Troubles forereckoned are doubly suffered.