Had we not faults of our own, we should take less pleasure in complaining of others.

Nothing will make us so charitable and tender to the faults of others, as, by self-examination, thoroughly to know our own.

If the riches of the Indies, or the crowns of all the kingdom of Europe, were laid at my feet in exchange for my love of reading, I would spurn them all.

Exactness and neatness in moderation is a virtue, but carried to extremes narrows the mind.

How rare it is to find a soul quiet enough to hear God speak.

If we were faultless we should not be so much annoyed by the defects of those with whom we associate.