What bliss will fill the ransomed souls, when they in glory dwell, to see the sinner as he rolls, in quenchless flames of hell.

Everyday is a birthday; every moment of it is new to us; we are born again, renewed for fresh work and endeavor.

Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings

When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.

Study detains the mind by the perpetual occurrence of something new, which may gratefully strike the imagination.

In common discourse we denominate persons and things according to the major part of their character; he is to be called a wise man who has but few follies.

Do not expect to arrive at certainty in every subject which you pursue. There are a hundred things wherein we mortals. . . must be content with probability, where our best light and reasoning will reach no farther.