Friendship's the wine of life.
Who knows if Shakespeare might not have thought less if he had read more?
A Christian is the highest style of man.
Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."
What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!
Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled.