Genius makes its observations in short-hand; talent writes them out at length.

The cure for tender sensibilities is to make more of our objects and less of our selves.

As threshing separates the wheat from the chaff, so does affliction purify virtue.

Love delights in paradoxes. Saddest when it has most reason to be gay, sighs are the signs of its deepest joy, and silence is the expression of its yearning tenderness.

Examples are few of men ruined by giving.

A mother's love is indeed the golden link that binds youth to age; and he is still but a child, however time may have furrowed his cheek, or silvered his brow, who can yet recall, with a softened heart, the fond devotion, or the gentle chidings, of the best friend that God gives us.

Genuine religion is matter of feeling rather than matter of opinion.