There is no immunity from the consequences of sin; punishment is swift and sure to one and all.

The cloudy weather melts at length into beauty, and the brightest smiles of the heart are born of its tears.

Death comes to us, under many conditions, with all the welcome serenity of sleep.

There is one court whose findings are incontrovertible, and whose sessions are held in the chambers of our own breast.

I have somewhere read that conscience not only sits as witness and judge within our bosoms, but also forms the prison of punishment.

Brevity and conciseness are the parents of correction.

A mother's love, in a degree, sanctifies the most worthless offspring.