Never let your zeal outrun your charity. The former is but human, the latter is divine.

The cloudy weather melts at length into beauty, and the brightest smiles of the heart are born of its tears.

There is one court whose findings are incontrovertible, and whose sessions are held in the chambers of our own breast.

Death comes to us, under many conditions, with all the welcome serenity of sleep.

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

True charity is spontaneous and finds its own occasion; it is never the offspring of importunity, nor of emulation.

Our blessings are the least heeded, because the most common events of life.