A hermit who has been shut up in his cell in a college has contracted a sort of mould and rust upon his soul.

Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Learn good-humor, never to oppose without just reason; abate some degree of pride and moroseness.

It is not to be expected that we should love God supremely if we have not known him to be more desirable than all other things.

The child taught to believe any occurrence a good or evil omen, or any day of the week lucky, hath a wide inroad made upon the soundness of his understanding.

Birds in their little nests agree; And 'tis a shameful sight When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight.

There's no repentance in the grave.