Pain is God's midwife, that helps some virtue into existence.
Sorrows are gardeners: they plant flowers along waste places, and teach vines to cover barren heaps.
The one great poem of New England is her Sunday.
He who is false to present duty breaks a thread in the loom, and will find the flaw when he may have forgotten its cause.
A man that is afraid is never a man.
There are three schoolmasters for everybody that will employ them - the senses, intelligent companions, and books.