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

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.

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

Energy, like the biblical grain of the mustard-seed, will remove mountains.

There is no doubt that religious fanatics have done more to prejudice the cause they affect to advocate than have its opponents.

A wise Providence consoles our present afflictions by joys borrowed from the future.

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