God overrules all mutinous accidents, brings them under His laws of fate, and makes them all serviceable to His purpose.

This is moral perfection: to live each day as though it were the last; to be tranquil, sincere, yet not indifferent to one's fate.

We must press on then, in haste; not simply because every hour brings us nearer to death, but because even before then our powers of perception and comprehension begin to deteriorate.

Gluttony and drunkenness have two evils attendant on them; they make the carcass smart, as well as the pocket.

You should banish any thoughts of how you may appear to others.

Glory arrives too late when it comes only to one's ashes

People who labor all their lives but have no purpose to direct every thought and impulse toward are wasting their time-even when hard at work.