It may almost be held that the hope of commercial gain has done nearly as much for the cause of truth as even the love of truth.

Next to faith in God, is faith in labor.

Even when we fancy we have grown wiser, it is only, it may be, that new prejudices have displaced old ones.

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

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

Economy is for the poor; the rich may dispense with it.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.