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

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

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.

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

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

Oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat, Just parted from the shore, And to the fisher's chorus-note Soft moves the dipping oar.

I wish I were with some of the wild people that run in the woods, and know nothing about accomplishments!