Without big words, how could many people say small things?

A pedant holds more to instruct us with what he knows, than of what we are ignorant.

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

Envy, like flame, blackens that which is above it, and which it cannot reach.

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!