We are all gathered to the same fold.

Imagine every day to he 5 the last6 of a life surrounded with hopes, cares, anger, and fear. The hours, that come unexpectedly, will be so much the more grateful.

Wealth increaseth, but a nameless something is ever wanting to our insufficient fortune.

What does it avail you, if of many thorns only one be removed.

There is a medium in all things. There are certain limits beyond, or within which, that which is right cannot exist.

There are words and accents by which this grief can be assuaged, and the disease in a great measure removed.

Desiring things widely different for their various tastes.