The love of truth is the stimulus to all noble conversation. This is the root of all the charities. The tree which springs from it may have a thousand branches, but they will all bear a golden and generous fruitage.

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

Our hearts must not only be broken with sorrow, but be broken from sin, to constitute repentance.

Every relation to mankind, of hate or scorn or neglect, is full of vexation and torment.

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.

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