This poor world, the object of so much insane attachment, we are about to leave; it is but misery, vanity, and folly; a phantom--the very fashion of which "passeth away.
Crosses are of no use to us but inasmuch as we yield ourselves up to them and forget ourselves.
Let gratitude for the past inspire us with trust for the future.
Violent excitement exhausts the mind and leaves it withered and sterile.
We may as well tolerate all religions, since God Himself tolerates all.
We must truly serve those whom we appear to command; we must bear with their imperfections, correct them with gentleness and patience, and lead them in the way to heaven.