Rashly, nor ofttimes truly, doth man pass judgment on his brother; for he seeth not the springs of the heart, nor heareth the reasons of the mind.

A babe in a house is a well-spring of pleasure.

Lay not the plummet to the line; religion hath no landmarks; no human keenness can discern the subtle shades of faith.

The mines of knowledge are often laid bare by the hazel-wand of chance.

Reason refuseth its homage to a God who can be fully understood.

Anger is a noble infirmity; the generous failing of the just; the one degree that riseth above zeal, asserting the prerogative of virtue.

Trifles lighter than straws are levers in the building up of character.