What the inner voice says will not disappoint the hoping soul.

The jest loses its point when he who makes it is the first to laugh.

Every man stamps his value on himself... man is made great or small by his own will.

Have Hope. Though clouds environs now, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put thou the shadow from thy brow, - No night but hath its morn.

As freely as the firmament embraces the world, or the sun pours forth impartially his beams, so mercy must encircle both friend and foe.

Many a smiling face hides a mourning heart; but grief alone teaches us what we are.

Nothing leads to good that is not natural.