Living with a saint is more grueling than being one.

Ideas are like matter, infinitely divisible. It is not given to us to get down so to speak to their final atoms, but to their molecular groupings-the way is never ending and the progress infinitely delightful and profitable.

What is taken from the fortune, also, may haply be so much lifted from the soul. The greatness of a loss, as the proverb suggests, is determinable, not so much by what we have lost, as by what we have left.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

It is with charity as with money--the more we stand in need of it, the less we have to give away.

The cheerful live longest in years, and afterwards in our regards. Cheerfulness is the off-shoot of goodness.

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