A life without purpose is a languid, drifting thing; Every day we ought to review our purpose, saying to ourselves: This day let me make a sound beginning, for what we have hitherto done is naught!

We would willingly have others perfect, and yet we amend not our own faults. We would have others severely corrected and will not be corrected ourselves. The large liberty of others displeases us, and yet we will not have our own desires denied us. We will have others kept under by strict laws, but in no sort will ourselves be restrained. And thus it appears how seldom we weigh our neighbor in the same balance with ourselves.

It is better to be affected with a true penitent sorrow for sin than to be able to resolve the most difficult cases about it.

Oh, how quickly the world's glory passes away.

There is no man in this world without some manner of tribulation or anguish, though he be king or pope.

A man is hindered and distracted in proportion as he draws outward things to himself.

The end of all is death and man's life passeth away suddenly as a shadow.