That Silence Is One Of The Great

In Grief We Know The Worst Of What We Feel But Who Can Tell The End Of What We Fear?

My Retirement Was Now Become Solitude; The Former Is, I Believe, The Best State For The Mind Of Man, The Latter Almost The Worst. In Complete Solitude, The Eye Wants Objects, The Heart Wants Attachments, The Understanding Wants Reciprocation. The Character Loses Its Tenderness When It Has Nothing To Strengthen It, Its Sweetness When It Has Nothing To Soothe It.

Forgiveness Saves The Expense Of Anger.

There Is One Single Fact That One May Oppose To All The Wit And Argument Of Infidelity; Namely, That No Man Ever Repented Of Being A Christian On His Death-bed.

We Do Not So Much Want Books For Good People, As Books Which Will Make Bad Ones Better.