To make the cunning artless, tame the rude, subdue the haughty, shake the undaunted soul; yea, put a bridle in the lion's mouth, and lead him forth as a domestic cur,--these are the triumphs of all-powerful beauty.

If my heart were not light, I would die.

He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for other's good, is a poor, frozen churl.

It ever is the marked propensity of restless and aspiring minds to look into the stretch of dark futurity.

Heaven often smites in mercy, even when the blow is severest.

A good man's prayers will from the deepest dungeon climb heaven's height, and bring a blessing down.

Pride is a fault that great men blush not to own: it is the ennobled offspring of self-love; though, it must be confessed, grave and pompous vanity, Iike a fat plebeian in a rove of office, does very often assume its name.