Fix your eyes on perfection and you make almost everything speed towards it.

Did any man at his death ever regret his conflicts with himself, his victories over appetite, his scorn of impure pleasure, or his sufferings for righteousness' sake?

All noble enthusiasms pass through a feverish stage, and grow wiser and more serene

War is to be ranked among the most dreadful calamities which fall on a guilty world; and, what deserves consideration, it tends to multiply and perpetuate itself without end. It feeds and grows on the blood which it sheds. The passions, from which it springs, gain strength and fury from indulgence.

Nothing which has entered into our experience is ever lost.

It is far more important to me to preserve an unblemished conscience than to compass any object however great.

No punishment is so terrible as prosperous guilt.