The only faith that wears well and holds its color in all weathers is that which is woven of conviction and set with the sharp mordant of experience.

A stray hair, by its continued irritation, may give more annoyance than a smart blow.

Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day, which must be done, whether you like it or not.

Truth only needs to be for once spoken out; and there's such music in her, such strange rhythm, as makes men's memories her joyous slaves.

They talk about their Pilgrim blood, their birthright high and holy! a mountain-stream that ends in mud thinks is melancholy.

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

The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.