We are only here below as in an inn on a journey. Let us, then have the feelings of travelers. We should think a man very strange who attached himself much to his inn. The wise Christian will not do this.
Solitude causes us to write because it causes us to think.
One fancies that what one loves cannot die.
in God alone is love without tears, and of eternal duration.
Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
Witticisms are fire-arms, that make a noise and give pain.