Religion converts despair, which destroys, into resignation, which submits.

It is a sad thing to look at happiness only through another's eyes.

He who would remain honest ought to keep away want.

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

Sure there's different roads from this to Dungarvan* - some thinks one road pleasanter, and some think another; wouldn't it be mighty foolish to quarrel for this? - and sure isn't it twice worse to thry to interfere with people for choosing the road they like best to heaven?

Love and enthusiasm are always ridiculous, when not reciprocated by their objects.

Men who would persecute others for religious opinions, prove the errors of their own.