Adversity, which makes us indulgent to others, renders them severe towards us.

Many fortunes, like rivers, have a pure source, but grow muddy as they grow large.

Our interests are grains of opium to our consciences, but they only put it to sleep for a terrible awakening.

The happiness of the tender heart is increased by what it can take away from the wretchedness of others.

Conscience whispers, but interest screams aloud.

How many wells of science there are in whose depths there is nothing but clear water!

Those virtues which cost us dear prove that we love God; those which are easy to us prove that He loves us.