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

There are not good things enough in life to indemnify us for the neglect of a single duty.

Indulgence is lovely in the sinless; toleration, adorable in the pious and believing heart.

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

Silence is like nightfall. Objects are lost in it insensibly.

We are often prophets to others only because we are our own historians.

To reveal imprudently the spot where we are most sensitive and vulnerable is to invite a blow. The demigod Achilles admitted no one to his confidence.