Folly is like the growth of weeds, always luxurious and spontaneous; wisdom, like flowers, requires cultivation.

It is a glorious occupation, vivifying and self-sustaining in its nature, to struggle with ignorance, and discover to the inquiring minds of the masses the clear cerulean blue of heavenly truth.

It is what we give up, not what we lay up, that adds to our lasting store.

How white are the fair robes of Charity as she walketh amid the lowly habitations of the poor!

Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its counterfeit.

Not the least misfortune in a prominent falsehood is the fact that tradition is apt to repeat it for truth.

Disease is the retribution of outraged Nature.