The wisest and the best of men, nay, the wisest and best of their actions, may be rendered ridiculous by a person whose first object in life is a joke.

Her mind was all disorder. The past, present, future, every thing was terrible.

An interval of meditation, serious and grateful, was the best corrective of everything dangerous in such a high-wrought felicity; and she went to her room, and grew steadfast and fearless in the thankfulness of her enjoyment.

For what do we live, but to make sport by subjecting our neighbors to endless discretionary review for minor additions?

It will, I believe, be everywhere found, that as the clergy are, or are not what they ought to be, so are the rest of the nation.

Where the heart is really attached, I know very well how little one can be pleased with the attention of any body else.

Know your own happiness. You want nothing but patience- or give it a more fascinating name, call it hope.