If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awake - Aye, what then?

All sympathy not consistent with acknowledged virtue is but disguised selfishness.

We should manage our thoughts as shepherds do their flowers in making a garland: first, select the choicest, and then dispose them in the most proper places, that every one may reflect a part of its color and brightness on the next.

Remorse weeps tears of blood.

There is nothing insignificant-nothing.

Every reform, however necessary, will by weak minds be carried to an excess, that itself will need reforming.

The heart should have fed upon the truth, as insects on a leaf, till it be tinged with the color, and show its food in every ... minutest fiber.