The province of the soul is large enough to fill up every cranny of your time, and leave you much to answer for if one wretch be damned by your neglect.

But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.

Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts

Pity melts the mind to love.

For mysterious things of faith, rely on the proponent, Heaven's authority.

Virtue is her own reward.

Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.