No man ever repented of being a Christian on his death bed.
If we commit any crime, or do any good here, it must be in thought; for our words are few and our deeds none at all.
Expectation ... quickens desire, while possession deadens it.
In grief we know the worst of what we feel but who can tell the end of what we fear?
The wretch who digs the mine for bread, or ploughs, that others may be fed, feels less fatigued than that decreed to him who cannot think or read.
Resentment is an evil so costly to our peace that we should find it more cheap to forgive even were it no more right.