It is a most unhappy state to be at a distance with God: man needs no greater infelicity than to be left to himself.

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

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

How many would die did not hope sustain them.

Virtue is the truest liberty.

The boundary of man is moderation. When once we pass that pale our guardian angel quits his charge of us.

Virtue were a kind of misery if fame were all the garland that crowned her.