My God, grant that my bounty may be a clear and transparent river, flowing from pure charity, and uncontaminated by self-love, ambition, or interest. Thanks are due not to me, but Thee, from whom all I possess is derived. And what are the paltry gifts for which my neighbor forgets to thank me, compared with the immense blessings for which I have so often forgotten to be grateful to Thee!

What can the Creator see with greater pleasure than a happy creature?

It is not I who die, when I die, but my sin and misery.

The end-purpose of all art is enjoyment!

A heretic is a man who sees with his own eyes

The search for truth is more precious than its possession.

A single grateful thought toward heaven is the most perfect prayer.