I believe this earth on which we stand is but the vestibule to glorious mansions through which a moving crowd forever press.

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

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

The mind doth shape itself to its own wants, and can bear all things.

Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.

This will be triumph! This will be happiness! Yea, that very thing, happiness, which I have been pursuing all my life, and have never yet overtaken.

A willing heart adds feather to the heel.