We are told to walk noiselessly through the world, that we may waken neither hatred, nor envy; but, alas! what can we do when they never sleep!
Religion is the hospital of the souls that the world has wounded.
It is not what we have but what we enjoy that constitutes our abundance.
The hatred we bear our enemies injures their happiness less than our own.
The happiness of the tender heart is increased by what it can take away from the wretchedness of others.
Nothing for preserving the body like having no heart.