The happiest is he who suffers least; the most miserable is he who enjoys least.
Behold the works of our philosophers; with all their pompous diction, how mean and contemptible they are by comparison with the Scriptures! Is it possible that a book at once so simple and sublime should be merely the work of man?
There is a period in life when we go backwards as we advance.
Men, in general, are not this or that, they are what they are made to be.
In the North the first words are, Help me; in the South, Love me.
The man is best served who has no occasion to put the hands of others at the end of his own arms.