He who complains of the weather, complains of the God who ordained the weather!

Self is the root, the tree, and the branches of all the evils of our fallen state.

Perfection does not consist in any singular state or condition of life, or in any particular set of duties, but in holy and religious conduct of ourselves in every state of Life.

Until we are renewed in the spirit of our mind and illumined in every part, our very virtues are but taught practices grafted upon a corrupt bottom

God seeth different abilities and frailties of men, which may move His goodness to be merciful to their different improvements in virtue.

What can you conceive more silly and extravagant than to suppose a man racking his brains, and studying night and day how to fly?

All that is sweet, delightful, and amiable in this world, in the serenity of the air, the fineness of seasons, the joy of light, the melody of sounds, the beauty of colors, the fragrancy of smells, the splendor of precious stones, is nothing else but Heaven breaking through the veil of this world.