I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.

God's ways seem dark, but, soon or late, They touch the shining hills of day; The evil cannot brook delay, The good can well afford to wait, Give ermined knaves their hour of crime; Yet have the future grand and great, The safe appeal of Truth to Time!

The hope of all earnest souls must be realized.

What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie?

Reason's voice and God's, Nature's and Duty's, never are at odds.

Man is more than constitutions.

Nature eschews regular lines; she does not shape her lines by a common model. Not one of Eve's numerous progeny in all respects resembles her who first culled the flowers of Eden. To the infinite variety and picturesque inequality of nature we owe the great charm of her uncloying beauty.