God has created too few unmixed evils to warrant the belief that death is one of them. In all things else in nature, goodness so abounds that we are authorized to infer that it does not stop even at the grave. It is only that her footprints have become invisible.

Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.

Wit must be without effort. Wit is play, not work; a nimbleness of the fancy, not a laborious effort of the will; a license, a holiday, a carnival of thought and feeling, not a trifling with speech, a constraint upon language, a duress upon words.

Men, like musical instruments, seem made to be played upon.

Complaint is. more contemptible than pitiful.

It is the nature of thought to find its way into action.

Good men have the fewest fears. He has but one great fear who fears to do wrong; he has a thousand who has overcome it.