How can there be pride in a contrite heart? Humility is the earliest fruit of religion.

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

It is very questionable, in my mind, how far we have the right to judge one of another, since there is born within every man the germs of both virtue and vice. The development of one or the other is contingent upon circumstances.

There is one sure criterion of judgment as to religious faith in doctrinal matters; can you reduce it to practice? If not, have none of it.

Has not God borne with you these many years? Be ye tolerant to others.

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

Disease is the retribution of outraged Nature.