How few our real wants, and how vast our imaginary ones!

No communication or gift can exhaust genius or impoverish charity.

What knowledge is there of which man is capable that is not founded on the exterior,--the relation that exists between visible and invisible, the perceptible and the imperceptible?

Beware of biting jests; the more truth they carry with them, the greater wounds they give, the greater smarts they cause, and the greater scars they leave behind them.

The proportion of genius to the vulgar is like one to a million.

Mistrust the man who finds everything good, the man who finds everything evil and still more the man who is indifferent to everything.

Joy and grief decide character. What exalts prosperity? what imbitters grief? what leaves us indifferent? what interests us? As the interest of man, so his God - as his God, so he.