If a good face is a letter of recommendation, a good heart is a letter of credit.

Law dies, books never.

As the films of clay are removed from our eyes, Death loses the false aspect of the spectre, and we fall at last into its arms as a wearied child upon the bosom of its mother.

In life, as in whist, hope nothing from the way cards may be dealt to you. Play the cards, whatever they be, to the best of your skill.

The Almighty proves his existence by creating.

The grave is, I suspect, the sole commonwealth which attains that dead flat of social equality that life in its every principle so heartily abhors.

The prudent person may direct a state, but it is the enthusiast who regenerates or ruins it