The Church is not a gallery for the exhibition of eminent Christians, but a school for the education of imperfect ones.

Well-married, a man is winged: ill-matched, he is shackled.

When a man says that he is perfect already, there is only one of two places for him, and that is heaven or the lunatic asylum.

To do good work a man should no doubt be industrious. To do great work he must certainly be idle a well.

We may cover a multitude of sins with the white robe of charity.

The natural term of an apple-pie is but twelve hours. It reaches its highest state about one hour after it comes from the oven, and just before its natural heat has quite departed. But every hour afterward is a declension. And after it is one day old, it is thence-forward but the ghastly corpse of apple-pie.

All things in the natural world symbolize God, yet none of them speak of Him but in broken and imperfect words.