The history of the world suggests that without love of God there is little likelihood of a love for man that does not become corrupt.

In the light of eternity we shall see that what we desired would have been fatal to us, and that what we would have avoided was essential to our well-being.

Real friends are our greatest joy and our greatest sorrow. It were almost to be wished that all true and faithful friends should expire on the same day.

Violent excitement exhausts the mind and leaves it withered and sterile.

That love of self, which the world advocates, is a thousand times more dangerous than any poison.

Little opportunities should be improved.

No human power can force the intrenchments of the human mind: compulsion never persuades; it only makes hypocrites.