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.

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

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.

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

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

Half-uttered praise is to the curious mind, as to the eye half-veiled beauty is, more precious than the whole.

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