There is not a more pleasante exercise of the mind than gratitude.

Physic, for the most part, is nothing else but the substitute of exercise and temperance.

Laughter, while it lasts, slackens and unbraces the mind, weakens the faculties, and causes a kind of remissness and dissolution in all the powers of the soul.

Poverty palls the most generous spirits; it cows industry, and casts resolution itself into despair.

E'en the rough rocks with tender myrtle bloom, and trodden weeds send out a rich perfume.

Whether zeal or moderation be the point we aim at, let us keep fire out of the one, and frost out of the other.

True benevolence or compassion, extends itself through the whole of existence and sympathizes with the distress of every creature capable of sensation.