What is there glorious in the world, that is not the product of labor, either of the body or of the mind?

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

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.

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

Men cannot labor on always. They must have recreation.

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

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.