It is seldom that we find out how great are our resources until we are thrown upon them.

The loss of a beloved connection awakens an interest in Heaven before unfelt.

He that shrinks from the grave with too great a dread, has an invisible fear behind him pushing him into it.

A sound discretion is not so much indicated by never making a mistake as by never repeating it.

Tis but a short journey across the isthmus of Now.

The loveliest faces are to be seen by moonlight, when one sees half with the eye and half with the fancy.

Many children, many cares; no children, no felicity.