Of two evils, had not an author better be tedious than superficial! From an overflowing vessel you may gather more, indeed, than you want, but from an empty one you can gather nothing.

In men this blunder still you find; all think their little set mankind.

Prayer is not eloquence, but earnestness; not the definition of helplessness, but the feeling of it; not figures of speech, but earnestness of soul.

Going to the opera, like getting drunk, is a sin that carries its own punishment with it.

The artful injury, whose venomed dart scarce wounds the hearing, while it stabs the heart.

Names govern the world.

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