Forgiveness is the economy of the heart... forgiveness saves the expense of anger, the cost of hatred, the waste of spirits.

The sober comfort, all the peace which springs from the large aggregate of little things.

Prayer is not eloquence, but earnestness; not the definition of helplessness, but the feeling of it; not figures of speech, but earnestness of soul.

A crown! what is it? It is to bear the miseries of a people! To hear their murmurs, feel their discontents, And sink beneath a load of splendid care!

Absence in love is like water upon fire; a little quickens, but much extinguishes it.

No man ever repented of being a Christian on his death bed.

The misfortune is, that religious learning is too often rather considered as an act of the memory than of the heart and affections; as a dry duty, rather than a lively pleasure.

We are apt to mistake our vocation by looking out of the way for occasions to exercise great and rare virtues, and by stepping over the ordinary ones that lie directly in the road before us.

There are only two bad things in this world, sin and bile.

The world does not require so much to be informed as to be reminded.

When thou hast truly thanked the Lord for every blessing sent, But little time will then remain for murmur or lament.

Perhaps the echoes of people we once loved still linger in the places we frequented with them and that is why we go back… Not so much to remember them as to feel them…

I was all too aware that there's an unspoken law that you should never start to cry if you have too many reasons to do so. I told myself that my tears were due tot he cold, and I believed myself.

There are many trails up the mountain, but in time they all reach the top.

When you program, you want to think you're writing the best possible program for the... for the task you're trying to solve.

You may be wrong, but you may be right.

Of all peoples the Greeks have dreamt the dream of life best.

To grasp the true meaning of socialism, imagine a world where everything is designed by the post office, even the sleaze.

Look, if I'd wanted a lecture on the rights of man, I'd have gone to bed with Martin Luther.

Pale sunlight, pale the wall. Love moves away. The light changes I need more grace than I thought.