Nothing good bursts forth all at once. The lightning may dart out of a black cloud; but the day sends his bright heralds before him, to prepare the world for his coming.

To Adam Paradise was home. To the good among his descendants home is paradise.

Happy the boy whose mother is tired of talking nonsense to him before he is old enough to know the sense of it.

The power of faith will often shine forth the most when the character is naturally weak.

Nothing is farther than earth from heaven; nothing is nearer than heaven to earth.

A mother should give her children a superabundance of enthusiasm; that after they have lost all they are sure to lose on mixing with the world, enough may still remain to prompt fated support them through great actions.