The less we parade our misfortunes the more sympathy we command.

We may neglect the wrongs which we receive, but be careful to rectify those which we are the cause of to others.

Argument does not soften, but rather hardens, the obdurate heart.

How many a knot of mystery and misunderstanding would be untied by one word spoken in simple and confiding truth of heart! How many a solitary place would be made glad if love were there, and how many a dark dwelling would be filled with light!

Labour is man's great function, his peculiar distinction, his privilege. Can he not think so? Can he not see, that from being an animal to eat and drink and sleep, to become a worker... He is nothing, he can be nothing, he can achieve nothing, fulfil nothing, without working.

The less we parade our misfortunes the more sympathy we command.

God giveth true grace to but a chosen few, however many aspire to it.