Woman takes her being from man, man takes his well being from woman.

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.

Conscience is God's deputy in the soul.

He who sends the storm steers the vessel.

Ahab cast a covetous eye at Naboth's vineyard, David a lustful eye at Bathsheba. The eye is the pulse of the soul; as physicians judge of the heart by the pulse, so we by the eye; a rolling eye, a roving heart. The good eye keeps minute time, and strikes when it should; the lustful, crochet-time, and so puts all out of tune.

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.

Better a holy discord than a profane concord.