Sir, that much prudence calls for too much worry; I cannot foresee misfortunes so far away.
Innocence has nothing to dread.
He who bridles the fury of the billows knows also to put a stop to the secret plans of the wicked. Submitting with respect to His holy will, I fear God, and have no other fear.
The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.
How good is God! How sweet his yoke!
According as the man is, so must you humour him.