In grief we know the worst of what we feel but who can tell the end of what we fear?

nothing is more common than to mistake the sign for the thing itself; nor is any practice more frequent than that of endeavoring to acquire the exterior mark, without once thinking to labor after the interior grace.

One kernel is felt in a hogshead; one drop of water helps to swell the ocean; a spark of fire helps to give light to the world. None are too small, too feeble, too poor to be of service. Think of this and act.

Luxury! more perilous to youth than storms or quicksand, poverty or chains.

Forgiveness is the economy of the heart... forgiveness saves the expense of anger, the cost of hatred, the waste of spirits.

Going to the opera, like getting drunk, is a sin that carries its own punishment with it.

the modes of speech are scarcely more variable than the modes of silence.