To saints their very slumber is a prayer.
Nothing gives us a greater idea of our soul, than that God has given us, at the moment of our birth, an angel to take care of it.
Woman is the gate of the devil, the road to iniquity, the sting of the scorpion, in a word, a dangerous species.
A friend is long sought, hardly found, and with difficulty kept.
They please the world most, who please Christ least.
What good is speed if the brain has oozed out on the way.