All our possessions are as nothing compared to health, strength, and a clear conscience.

Envy may justly be called "the gall of bitterness and bond of iniquity;" it is the most acid fruit that grows on the stock of sin, a fluid so subtle that nothing but the fire of divine love can purge it from the soul.

A true religious instinct never deprived man of one single joy; mournful faces and a sombre aspect are the conventional affectations of the weak-minded.

There is nothing that needs to be said in an unkind manner.

The law of heaven is love.

A single bad habit will mar an otherwise faultless character, as an ink-drop soileth the pure white page.

Pretension almost always overdoes the original, and hence exposes itself.