A Christian is the highest style of man.

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.

Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!

Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.

The man that makes a character, makes foes.

A prince indebted is a fortune made.