If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy in the world.
Like our shadows, our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.
Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!
The soft whispers of the God in man.