And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.

Worthless as wither'd weeds.

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable." "Because you are not fit to go there," I answered. "All sinners would be miserable in heaven.

Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.

Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.