Evil is a far more cunning and persevering propagandist than good, for it has no inward strength, and is driven to seek countenance and sympathy.

Though old the thought and oft exprest, Tis his at last who says it best.

It is not a great Xerxes army of words, but a compact Greek ten thousand that march safely down to posterity.

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.

God is the only being who has time enough; but a prudent man, who knows how to seize occasion, can commonly make a shift to find as much as he needs.

'T is heaven alone that is given away; 'T is only God may be had for the asking.

Most long lives resemble those threads of gossamer, the nearest approach to nothing unmeaningly prolonged, scarce visible pathways of some worm from his cradle to his grave.