Not to find pleasure in serious reading gives a pastel coloring to the mind.

We are so fond of hearing ourselves spoken of, that, be it good or ill, it is still pleasing.

I am persuaded that the greater part of our complaints arise from want of exercise.

Faith creates the virtues in which it believes.

... truth ... carries authority with it; while falsehood and lies skulk under a load of words, without having the power of persuasion; the more they attempt to show themselves, the more they are entangled.

It is the fine rain that soaks us through.

... Providence conducts us with so much kindness through the different periods of our life, that we scarcely feel the change; our days glide gently and imperceptibly along, like the motion of the hour-hand, which we cannot discover. ... we advance gradually; we are the same to-day as yesterday, and to-morrow as to-day: thus we go on, without perceiving it, which is a miracle of the Providence I adore.