Wilderness is a temporary condition through which we are passing to the Promised Land.

Our opportunities to do good are our talents.

You may ... make a little recreation of poetry, in the midst of your painful studies. Nevertheless, I cannot but advise you. Withhold thy throat from thirst. Be not so set upon poetry, as to be always poring on the passionate and measured pages. ... let not the Circean cup intoxicate you.

Ah, children, be afraid of going prayerless to bed, lest the Devil be your bedfellow.

Ignorance is the Mother not of Devotion, but of Heresy.

What Must I Do to Be Saved? It is impossible to ask a more weighty Question! It is deplorable that we hear it asked with no more Frequency, with nor more Agony.

History is the story of events, with praise or blame.