We can often do more for other men by trying to correct our own faults than by trying to correct theirs.

Peace does not dwell in outward things, but within the soul.

The smallest things become great when God requires them of us; they are small only in themselves; they are always great when they are done for God.

No more restless uncertainties, no more anxious desires, no more impatience at the place we are in; for it is God who has placed us there, and who holds us in his arms. Can we be unsafe where he has placed us?

God has not chosen to save us without crosses; as He has not seen fit to create men at once in the full vigor of manhood, but has suffered them to grow up by degrees amid all the perils and weaknesses of youth.

Had we not faults of our own, we should take less pleasure in complaining of others.

There is a set of religious, or rather moral, writings which teach that virtue is the certain road to happiness, and vice to misery in this world. A very wholesome and comfortable doctrine, and to which we have but one objection, namely, that it is not true.