Nothing is more fallacious than wealth. It is a hostile comrade, a domestic enemy.

Slander is worse than cannibalism.

I know my own soul, how feeble and puny it is: I know the magnitude of this ministry, and the great difficulty of the work; for more stormy billows vex the soul of the priest than the gales which disturb the sea.

I can do nothing with the enemy save observe him.

Nothing is more admirable than the fortitude with which millionaires tolerate the disadvantages of their wealth.

A trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so.