A great lie is like a great fish on dry land; it may fret and fling and make a frightful bother, but it cannot hurt you. You have only to keep still, and it will die of itself.
Fears of sinning let in thoughts of sin.
He tried the luxury of doing good.
Dreams are like portraits; and we find they please because they are confessed resemblances.
'T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.
Oh, rather give me commentators plain, Who with no deep researches vex the brain; Who from the dark and doubtful love to run, And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.