Grace comes into the soul as the morning sun into the world: there is first a dawning, then a mean light, and at last the sun in his excellent brightness.
Ever tell me of a humble heart where I see a stubborn knee.
There is no coming to heaven with dry eyes.
Better a holy discord than a profane concord.
He who sends the storm steers the vessel.
Death is as near to the young as to the old; here is all the difference: death stands behind the young man's back, before the old man's face.