it is the modern nature of goodness to exert itself quietly, while a few characters of the opposite cast seem, by the rumor of their exploits, to fill the world; and by their noise to multiply their numbers.

Oh! the joy Of young ideas painted on the mind, In the warm glowing colors fancy spreads On objects not yet known, when all is new, And all is lovely.

It is not so important to know everything as to know the exact value of everything, to appreciate what we learn and to arrange what we know.

In agony or danger, no nature is atheist. The mind that knows not what to fly to, flies to God.

All desire the gifts of God, but they do not desire God.

In grief we know the worst of what we feel but who can tell the end of what we fear?

Resentment is an evil so costly to our peace that we should find it more cheap to forgive even were it no more right.