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.
Hatred is self-punishment.
A wise Providence consoles our present afflictions by joys borrowed from the future.
How can there be pride in a contrite heart? Humility is the earliest fruit of religion.
No one has a greater asset for his business than a man's pride in his work.
Pretension almost always overdoes the original, and hence exposes itself.