It is what we give up, not what we lay up, that adds to our lasting store.

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

Unless we find repose within ourselves, it is vain to seek it elsewhere.

You cannot judge by outward appearances; the soul is only transparent to its Maker.

Not the least misfortune in a prominent falsehood is the fact that tradition is apt to repeat it for truth.

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

Experience is retrospect knowledge.