. . . . [P]ersons who love very much, easily take offense at trifles. No doubt your excessive affection for me makes you a little diffident about mine. But there is no harm done; I hope you will soon be over this slight jealousy and be convinced that nothing can change the genuine affection Our Lord has given me for you
At times the whole world seems to be in conspiracy to importune you with emphatic trifles.
Trifles make the sum of life.
Everything is a trifle to a man who is a Christian except the glorifying of Christ
Contentions for trifles can get but a trifling victory.
It is, of course, a trifle, but there is nothing so important as trifles.
Alas, how love can trifle with itself!
It is always a sign of an unproductive time when it concerns itself with petty and technical aspects [in philology], and likewiseit is a sign of an unproductive person to pursue such trifles.
Many events seem to happen twice to me; even trifles, unimportant-seeming, recur, as if I were destined to live them again, time reconquered, but with added knowledge and a different outcome.
I would lay down my life for America but I cannot trifle with my Honor.
Pay attention even to life's trifles.
Delude not yourself with the notion that you may be untrue and uncertain in trifles and in important things the contrary. Trifles make up existence, and give the observer the measure by which to try us; and the fearful power of habit, after a time, suffers not the best will to ripen into action.
Small minds are captivated by trifles.
Trifles make perfection but perfection is not a trifle
Those who place their affections at first on trifles for amusement, will find these trifles become at last their most serious concerns.
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.
Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles.
I esteem death a trifle, if not caused by guilt.
At every trifle take offense, that always shows great pride or little sense.
When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to drive me to madness like the small drops of water torturers let fall ceaselessly upon one spot of their victim's body, I loved the irradiate refuge of sleep. In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods.