Few minds wear out; more rust out.

Even when we fancy we have grown wiser, it is only, it may be, that new prejudices have displaced old ones.

Hope is the best part of our riches. What sufficeth it that we have the wealth of the Indies in our pockets, if we have not the hope of heaven in our souls?

We fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them.

Men, like musical instruments, seem made to be played upon.

Rejecting the miracles of Christ, we still have the miracle of Christ Himself.

When all else is lost, the future still remains.