The Search For Truth Is More Precious

The Superstition In Which We Were Brought Up Never Loses Its Power Over Us, Even After We Understand It.

A Single Grateful Thought Toward Heaven Is The Most Perfect Prayer.

My God, Grant That My Bounty May Be A Clear And Transparent River, Flowing From Pure Charity, And Uncontaminated By Self-love, Ambition, Or Interest. Thanks Are Due Not To Me, But Thee, From Whom All I Possess Is Derived. And What Are The Paltry Gifts For Which My Neighbor Forgets To Thank Me, Compared With The Immense Blessings For Which I Have So Often Forgotten To Be Grateful To Thee!

Would That We Could At Once Paint With The Eyes! In The Long Way From The Eye Through The Arm To The Pencil, How Much Is Lost!

The Most Deadly Fruit Is Borne By The Hatred Which One Grafts On An Extinguished Friendship