There is nothing to do with men [and women] but to love them; to contemplate their virtues with admiration, their faults with pity and forbearance, and their injuries with forgiveness.

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.

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

The taxes of government are heavy enough, but not so heavy as the taxes we lay upon ourselves.

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

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!

Truth is the root of all the charities.