I do not doubt but that genuine piety is the spring of peace of mind; it enables us to bear the sorrows of life, and lessens the pangs of death: the same cannot be said of irreligion.
Piety is a silver chain uniting heaven and earth, temporal and spiritual, God and man together.
All is vanity which is not honest, and there is no solid wisdom but in true piety.
True piety hath in it nothing weak, nothing sad, nothing constrained. It enlarges the heart; it is simple, free, and attractive.
Our piety must be weak and imperfect if it do not conquer the fear of death.
Let us learn upon earth, those things which can prepare us for heaven.
Piety is the only proper and adequate relief of decaying man. He that grows old without religious hopes, as he declines into imbecility, and feels pains and sorrows crowding upon him, falls into a gulf of bottomless misery, in which every reflection must plunge him deeper and deeper.
Among the many strange servilities mistaken for pieties one of the least lovely is that which hopes to flatter God by despising the world and villifying human nature.
We are surrounded by motives to piety and devotion, if we would but mind them. The poor are designed to excite our liberality: the miserable, our pity; the sick, our assistance; the ignorant, our instruction; those that are fallen, our helping hand. In those who are vain, we see the vanity of the world; in those who are wicked, our own frailty. When we see good men rewarded, it confirms our hope; and when evil men are punished, it excites our fear.