Why worry about what threatens our heads or purses? Let us think instead of what threatens our souls.

The tomb is not a blind alley: it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight. It opens on the dawn.

Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two kinds of labor; he called them gardening. ‘The Spirit is a garden,’ said he

He, who every morning plans the transactions of the day, and follows that plan, carries a thread that will guide him through a labyrinth of the most busy life.

To be a saint is the exception; to be a just person is the rule. Err, stumble, commit sin, but be one of the just.

A faith is a necessity to a man. Woe to him who believes in nothing.

Have but luck, and you will have the rest; be fortunate, and you will be thought great.