good and evil travel on the same road, but they leave different impressions.

It is the fine rain that soaks us through.

Thicken your religion a little. It is evaporating altogether by being subtilized.

It is day by day that we go forward; today we are as we were yesterday and tomorrow we shall be like ourselves today. So we go on without being aware of it, and this is one of the miracles of Providence that I so love.

The desire to be singular and to astonish by ways out of the common seems to me to be the source of many virtues.

. . . this life is a perpetual chequer-work of good and evil, pleasure and pain. When in possession of what we desire, we are only so much the nearer losing it; and when at a distance from it, we live in expectation of enjoying it again.

When we reckon without Providence, we must frequently reckon twice.