Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, the mere materials with which wisdom builds, till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, does but encumber whom it seems to enrich. Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much; wisdom is humble that he knows no more.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.

Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.