Nothing tends so much to enlarge the mind as traveling.

Fancy and humour, early and constantly indulged in, may expect an old age overrun with follies.

Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessing without number Gently falling on thy head.

Every one of his opinions appears to himself to be written with sunbeams.

Forbid it Lord that I should boast, save in the death of Christ, my God: All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.

As a man may be eating all day, and for want of digestion is never nourished, so these endless readers may cram themselves in vain with intellectual food.

Tis the voice of the sluggard I heard him complain,You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again.