It is never too late to turn from the errors of our ways: He who repents of his sins is almost innocent.

Human society is like an arch, kept from falling by the mutual pressure of its parts

Pain, scorned by yonder gout-ridden wretch, endured by yonder dyspeptic in the midst of his dainties, borne bravely by the girl in travail. Slight thou art, if I can bear thee, short thou art if I cannot bear thee!

We are wrong in looking forward to death: in great measure it's past already.

The mind is never right but when it is at peace within itself; the soul is in heaven even while it is in the flesh, if it be purged of its natural corruptions, and taken up with divine thoughts, and contemplations.

If a man knows not to which port he sails, no wind is favorable.

The arts are the servant; wisdom its master.