Faith, amid the disorders of a sinful life, is like the lamp burning in an ancient tomb.
God has prohibited despair.
The only true method of action in this world is to be in it, but not of it.
The mind wears the colors of the soul, as a valet those of his master.
All the joys of earth will not assuage our thirst for happiness; while a single grief suffices to shroud life in a sombre veil, and smite it with nothingness at all points.
When any one tells you that he belongs to no party, you may at any rate be sure that he does not belong to yours.