No man can tell but he that loves his children, how many delicious accents make a man's heart dance in the pretty conversation of those dear pledges; their childishness, their stammering, their little angers, their innocence, their imperfections, their necessities, are so many little emanations of joy and comfort to him that delights in their persons and society.

A good wife is heaven's last, best gift to man, - his gem of many virtues, his casket of jewels; her voice is sweet music, her smiles his brightest day, her kiss the guardian of his innocence, her arms the pale of his safety.

Every act of virtue is an ingredient unto reward.

Whatsoever we beg of God, let us also work for it.

Curiosity is the direct incontinence of the spirit.

...Learn to give thanks for everything.

Too quick a sense of constant infelicity.