The past but lives in written words: a thousand ages were blank if books had not evoked their ghosts, and kept the pale unbodied shades to warn us from fleshless lips.
Francois FenelonIt is often our own imperfection which makes us reprove the imperfection of others; a sharp-sighted self-love of others
Francois FenelonThe passion of acquiring riches in order to support a vain expense corrupts the purest souls.
Francois FenelonThere is nothing that is more dangerous to your own salvation, more unworthy of God and more harmful to your own happiness, than that you should be content to remain as you are.
Francois FenelonThere is no true and constant gentleness without humility. While we are so fond of ourselves, we are easily offended with others. Let us be persuaded that nothing is due to us, and then nothing will disturb us. Let us often think of our own infirmities, and we will become indulgent towards those of others.
Francois Fenelon