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

That kind of discipline whose pungent severity is in the manifestations of paternal love, compassion, and tenderness is the most sure of its object.

Suspicion is far more to be wrong than right; more often unjust than just. It is no friend to virtue, and always an enemy to happiness.

Theories are always very thin and insubstantial, experience only is tangible.

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

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

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