Lay silently the injuries you receive upon the altar of oblivion.

Experience is retrospect knowledge.

Envy may justly be called "the gall of bitterness and bond of iniquity;" it is the most acid fruit that grows on the stock of sin, a fluid so subtle that nothing but the fire of divine love can purge it from the soul.

A mother's love, in a degree, sanctifies the most worthless offspring.

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul; and the heart of man knoweth none more fragrant.

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!

Lay silently the injuries you receive upon the altar of oblivion.