Reason sits firm and holds the reins, and she will not let the feelings burst away and hurry her to wild chasms. The passions may rage furiously, like true heathens, as they are; and the desires may imagine all sorts of vain things: but judgment shall still have the last word in every argument, and the casting vote in every decision. Strong wind, earthquake-shock, and fire may pass by: but I shall follow the guiding of that still small voice which interprets the dictates of conscience.

Remorse is the poison of life.

Prodigious was the amount of life I lived that morning.

as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.

I like the spirit of this great London which I feel around me. Who but a coward would pass his whole life in hamlets; and for ever abandon his faculties to the eating rust of obscurity?

Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein.

Life is so constructed, that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.