One's outlook is a part of his virtue.

Sympathy wanting, all is wanting; its personal magnetism is the conductor of the sacred spark that lights our atoms, puts us m human communion, and gives us to company, conversation, and ourselves.

One does not see his thought distinctly till it is reflected in the image of another's.

Equanimity is the gem in virtue's chaplet, and St. Sweetness the loveliest in her calendar.

What higher praise can we bestow on any one than to say of him that he harbors another's prejudices with a hospitality so cordial as to give him, for the time, the sympathy next best to, if indeed it be not edification in, charity itself. For what disturbs more and distracts mankind than the uncivil manners that cleave man from man?

Books are the most mannerly of companions, accessible at all times, in all moods, frankly declaring the author's mind, without offense.

Nor is a day lived if the dawn is left out of it, with the prospects it opens. Who speaks charmingly of nature or of mankind, like him who comes bibulous of sunrise and the fountains of waters?