To be everywhere is to be nowhere.
It is sweet to mingle tears with tears; Griefs, where they wound in solitude, Wound more deeply.
It is equally a fault to believe all men or to believe none.
You have to persevere and fortify your pertinacity until the will to good becomes a disposition to good.
He who is everywhere is nowhere.
We should every night call ourselves to an account: What infirmity have I mastered today? What passions opposed? What temptation resisted? What virtue acquired? Our vices will abate of themselves if they be brought every day to the shrift.