How narrow our souls become when absorbed in any present good or ill! It is only the thought of the future that makes them great.
We learn our virtues from the friends who love us; our faults from the enemy who hates us. We cannot easily discover our real character from a friend. He is a mirror, on which the warmth of our breath impedes the clearness of the reflection.
The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but, as in whispering galleries, they are clearly heard at the end, and by posterity.
The conscience of children is formed by the influences that surround them; their notions of good and evil are the result of the moral atmosphere they breathe.
As a man grows older it is harder and harder to frighten him.
As winter strips the leaves from around us, so that we may see the distant regions they formerly concealed, so old age takes away our enjoyments only to enlarge the prospect of the coming eternity.
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can.
Only actions give life strength; only moderation gives it charm.
Prayer purifies; it is a self-preached sermon.
Inspect the neighborhood of thy life; every shelf, every nook of thine abode.