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

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

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

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

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

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.

The bliss even of a moment still is bliss.