How rare it is to find a soul quiet enough to hear God speak.

Do not make best friends with a melancholy sad soul. They always are heavily loaded, and you must bear half.

If the riches of the Indies, or the crowns of all the kingdom of Europe, were laid at my feet in exchange for my love of reading, I would spurn them all.

Had we not faults of our own, we should take less pleasure in complaining of others.

Exactness and neatness in moderation is a virtue, but carried to extremes narrows the mind.

If we were faultless we should not be so much annoyed by the defects of those with whom we associate.