The greater our dread of crosses, the more necessary they are for us.
The more perfect we are, the more gentle and quiet we become toward the defects of other people.
Nothing is so costly as the pursuit of a cure for imaginary ills.
We are not to choose the manner in which our blessings shall be bestowed.
There 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.
Even if no command to pray had existed, our very weakness would have suggested it.