Those who want nothing are apt to forget how many there are who want every thing.

I am persuaded that there is no affection of the human heart more exquisitely pure, than that which is felt by a grateful son towards a mother.

The misfortune is, that religious learning is too often rather considered as an act of the memory than of the heart and affections; as a dry duty, rather than a lively pleasure.

To be good and disagreeable is high treason against the royalty of virtue.

Strange! that what is enjoyed without pleasure cannot be discontinued without pain!

The secret heart is fair devotion's temple; there the saint, even on that living altar, lights the flame of purest sacrifice, which burns unseen, not unaccepted.

Absence in love is like water upon fire; a little quickens, but much extinguishes it.