Not thine the sorrow, but ours, sainted soul! Thou hast indeed entered into the promised land, while we are yet on the march. To us remain the rocking of the deep, the storm upon the land, days of duty and nights of watching; but thou are sphered high above all darkness and fear, beyond all sorrow and weariness. Rest, oh, weary heart!

Cant is the twin sister of hypocrisy.

I will not say it is not Christian to make beads of others faults, and tell them over every day; I say it is infernal. If you want to know how the Devil feels, you do know, if you are such an one.

Ignorance is the womb of monsters.

In this world it is not what we take up, but what we give up, that makes us rich.

The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.

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