The natural alone is permanent. Fantastic idols may be worshipped for a while; but at length they are overturned by the continual and silent progress of Truth, as the grim statues of Copan have been pushed from their pedestals by the growth of forest-trees, whose seeds were sown by the wind in the ruined walls.

Life like an empty dream flits by.

Time has a doomsday book, upon whose pages he is continually recording illustrious names. But as often as a new name is written there, an old one disappears. Only a few stand in illuminated characters never to be effaced.

Evil is only good perverted.

So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest.

As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so change of studies a dull brain.

People demand freedom only when they have no power.