Every tear of sorrow sown by the righteous springs up a pearl.
Conscience is that candle of the Lord which was not quite put out.
Those that forget to attend God with their praises may perhaps be compelled to attend him with their prayers.
Hard words indeed break no bones, but many a heart has been broken by them.
Man takes a great deal of pains to heap up riches, and they are but like heaps of manure in the furrows of the field, good for nothing unless they be spread.
Blushing is the colour of virtue.