That kind of discipline whose pungent severity is in the manifestations of paternal love, compassion, and tenderness is the most sure of its object.

Those who commit injustice bear the greatest burden.

Prosperity seems to be scarcely safe, unless it be mixed with a little adversity.

Most people who commit a sin count on some personal benefit to be derived therefrom, but profanity has not even this excuse.

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul; and the heart of man knoweth none more fragrant.

It is the goodly outside that sin puts on which tempteth to destruction. It has been said that sin is like the bee, with honey in its mouth, but a sting in its tail.

I have somewhere read that conscience not only sits as witness and judge within our bosoms, but also forms the prison of punishment.