He who hath not a dram of folly in his mixture hath pounds of much worse matter in his composition.

The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion.

We gain nothing by being with such as ourselves. We encourage one another in mediocrity. I am always longing to be with men more excellent than myself.

The trumpet does not more stun you by its loudness, than a whisper teases you by its provoking inaudibility.

Clap an extinguisher upon your irony if you are unhappily blessed with a vein of it.

For with G. D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord.

No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.