O sin, how you paint your face! how you flatter us poor mortals on to death! You never appear to the sinner in your true character; you make fair promises, but you never fulfil one; your tongue is smoother than oil, but the poison of asps is under your lip!

Hatred is self-punishment. Hatred it the coward's revenge for being intimidated.

It is vain to trust in wrong; it is like erecting a building upon a frail foundation, and which will directly be sure to topple over.

Those who commit injustice bear the greatest burden.

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

True repentance always involves reform.

Theory, from whatever source, is not perfect until it is reduced to practice.