the modes of speech are scarcely more variable than the modes of silence.

If faith produce no works, I see That faith is not a living tree.

Outward attacks and troubles rather fix than unsettle the Christian, as tempests from without only serve to root the oak faster; while an inward canker will gradually rot and decay it.

Where bright imagination reigns, the fine-wrought spirit feels acuter pains.

I used to wonder why people should be so fond of the company of their physician, till I recollected that he is the only person with whom one dares to talk continually of oneself, without interruption, contradiction or censure; I suppose that delightful immunity doubles their fees.

The sober comfort, all the peace which springs from the large aggregate of little things.

A faint endeavor ends in a sure defeat.