“Let us learn upon earth those things which can call us to heaven.”

Make knowledge of the Scripture your love. Live with them, meditate on them, make them the sole object of your knowledge and inquiries.

The scars of others should teach us caution.

It is no fault of Christianity that a hypocrite falls into sin.

Early impressions are hard to eradicate from the mind. When once wool has been dyed purple, who can restore it to its previous whiteness?

A vice in the heart is an idol on the altar.

Ignorance of the Scriptures is ignorance of Christ.

The Scriptures are shallow enough for a babe to come and drink without fear of drowning and deep enough for theologians to swim in without ever reaching the bottom.

It is worse still to be ignorant of your ignorance.

For the preservation of chastity, an empty and rumbling stomach and fevered lungs are indispensable.

Let your daughter have first of all the book of Psalms for holiness of heart, and be instructed in the Proverbs of Solomon for her godly life.

If there is but little water in the stream, it is the fault, not of the channel, but of the source.

Avoid, as you would the plague, a clergyman who is also a man of business.

Be ever engaged, so that whenever the devil calls he may find you occupied.

Do not let your deeds believe your words, lest when you speak in church someone may say to himself, “Why do you not practice what you preach?

The tired ox treads with a firmer step.

Even while living in the world, the heart of Mary was so filled with motherly tenderness and compassion for men that no-one ever suffered so much for their own pains, as Mary suffered for the pains of her children.

No power on this earth can destroy the thirst for human dignity.

Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable.

Why should some people have such a hard time during their few years on this earth?

Life on earth is like college and we’re all just trying to pass the courses.

There is nothing on earth that could ever make me want to relive certain years of my life when I was young.

My ear barely caught signals coming in regular succession which could not have been produced on earth.

Time and space are finite in extent, but they don’t have any boundary or edge. They would be like the surface of the earth, but with two more dimensions.

I think life on Earth must be about more than just solving problems. It’s got to be something inspiring, even if it is vicarious.