God makes the life fertile by disappointments, as he makes the ground fertile by frosts.
There is not a single heart but has its moments of longing.
Laws are not masters but servants, and he rules them who obey them.
Living is death; dying is life. We are not what we appear to be. On this side of the grave we are exiles, on that citizens; on this side orphans, on that children.
Downright admonition, as a rule, is too blunt for the recipient.
The reason that men are so slow to confess their vices is because they have not yet abandoned them.