A combed writing will cost both sweat and the rubbing of the brain. And combed I wish it, not frizzled or curled.

It is to be doubted whether he will ever find the way to heaven who desires to go thither alone.

Zeal without humanity is like a ship without a rudder, liable to be stranded at any moment

Virtue is the truest liberty.

God has made no one absolute.

Meditation is the soul's perspective glass.

Surely, if we considered detraction to be bred of envy, nested only in deficient minds, we should find that the applauding of virtue would win us far more honor than the seeking slyly to disparage it. That would show we loved what we commended, while this tells the world we grudge at what we want in ourselves.