Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.

Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.

Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe.

Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.

Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them....I know they are as lively and as vigorously productive as those fabulous dragon's teeth and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men.

Solitude sometimes is best society.

A good principle not rightly understood may prove as hurtful as a bad.