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.

There are only two bad things in this world, sin and bile.

When thou hast truly thanked the Lord for every blessing sent, But little time will then remain for murmur or lament.

There is one single fact that one may oppose to all the wit and argument of infidelity; namely, that no man ever repented of being a Christian on his death-bed.

Who are those ever multiplying authors that with unparalleled fecundity are overstocking the world with their quick succeeding progeny? They are novel-writers.

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

It is a part of Christianity to convert every natural talent to a religious use.