Do not make best friends with a melancholy sad soul. They always are heavily loaded, and you must bear half.

The youth who, like a woman, loves to adorn his person, has renounced all claim to wisdom and to glory; glory is due to those only who dare to associate with pain, and have trampled pleasure under their feet.

Worry is the cross which we make for ourselves by over anxiety.

Temptations are a file which rub off much of the rust of our self-confidence.

Nothing is more false and more indiscreet than always to want to choose what mortifies us in everything. By this rule a person would soon ruin his health, his business, his reputation, his relations with his relatives and friends, in fact every good work which Providence gives him.

Nothing marks so much the solid advancement of a soul, as the view of one's wretchedness without anxiety and without discouragement.

We may as well tolerate all religions, since God Himself tolerates all.