There are questions so indiscreet, that they deserve neither truth nor falsehood in reply.

God Himself allows certain faults; and often we say, "I have deserved to err; I have deserved to be ignorant.

He who has never denied himself for the sake of giving has but glanced at the joys of charity.

I like people to be saints; but I want them to be first and superlatively honest men.

The inventory of my faith for this lower world is soon made out. I believe in Him who made it.

Life grows darker as we go on, till only one pure light is left shining on it; and that is faith. Old age, like solitude and sorrow, has its revelations.

The ideal friendship is to feel as one while remaining two.