“I can forgive, but I cannot forget,” is only another way of saying, “I will not forgive.”

Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.

A man that has lost moral sense is like a man in battle with both of his legs shot off: he has nothing to stand on.

As warmth makes even glaciers trickle, and opens streams in the ribs of frozen mountains, so the heart knows the full flow and life of its grief only when it begins to melt and pass away.

The way to avoid evil is not by maiming our passions, but by compelling them to yield their vigor to our moral nature.

Many men are stored full of unused knowledge. Like loaded guns that are never fired off, or military magazines in times of peace, they are stuffed with useless ammunition.

Do not be troubled because you have not great virtues. God made a million spears of grass where He made one tree. The earth is fringed and carpeted, not with forests, but with grasses. Only have enough of little virtues and common fidelities, and you need not mourn because you are neither a hero or a saint.