Repetition is the mother of education.

Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

How narrow our souls become when absorbed in any present good or ill! It is only the thought of the future that makes them great.

I have made as much out of myself as could be made of the stuff, and no man should require more.

God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.

With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?

The conscience of children is formed by the influences that surround them; their notions of good and evil are the result of the moral atmosphere they breathe.