Oh, how portentous is prosperity! How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.

How blessings brighten as they take their flight.

Too low they build who build below the skies.

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

Narcissus is the glory of his race: For who does nothing with a better grace?.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.

Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!

No use wishing now for any other sin.

I have never had the lust to meet famous authors

Only an extraordinary person can turn opportunity into reality.

If marriages are said to be made in heaven then why search for grooms in hell.

I still have a temper, I suppose.

My past was a private obstacle, not a public excuse.

Those trapped in sin will not normally thank you for pointing out the darkness in their lives.

There is no greater spellbinder of peace than the name of God.

If you realize that the other person is a human being too, and you have exactly the same kind of spiritual path, and then the two can become good practitioners. This appears to be practical for both.

Pleasure that is obtained by unreasonable and unsuitable cost must always end in pain.