Charity is a virtue of the heart, and not of the hands.

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.

Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter.

Knowledge is, indeed, that which, next to virtue, truly and essentially raises one man above another.

Mutability of temper and inconsistency with ourselves is the greatest weakness of human nature.

Is there not some chosen curse, some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man who owes his greatness to his country's ruin!

That fine part of our construction, the eye, seems as much the receptacle and seat of our passions as the mind itself; and at least it is the outward portal to introduce them to the house within, or rather the common thoroughfare to let our affections pass in and out.