The continuance and frequent fits of anger produce in the soul a propensity to be angry; which oftentimes ends in choler, bitterness, and moronity, when the mid becomes ulcerated, peevish, and querulous, and is wounded by the least occurrence.

A reputation for good judgment, for fair dealing, for truth, and for rectitude, is itself a fortune.

Nothing marks the change from the city to the country so much as the absence of grinding noises. The country is never silent. But its sounds are separate, distinct, and as it were, articulate.

There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.

“I can forgive, but I cannot forget,” is only another way of saying, “I will not forgive.”

When a man can look upon the simple wild-rose, and feel no pleasure, his taste has been corrupted.

Religion is the fruit of the Spirit, a Christian character, a true life.