Charity is that sweet-smelling savor of Jesus Christ, which vanishes and is extinguished from the moment that it is exposed.

Whatever passes away is too vile to be the price of time, which is itself the price of eternity.

Nothing is more detestable than a professed declaimer who retails his discourses as a quack does his medicines.

To be proud and inaccessible is to be timid and weak.

Agreeable advice is seldom useful advice.

I would have none of that rigid circumspect charity which is never done without scrutiny, and which always mistrusts the truth of the necessities laid open to it.

Slander is perhaps the only vice which no circumstance can palliate, as well as being one which we are most ingenious in concealing from ourselves.