Fame is a good so wholly foreign to our natures that we have no faculty in the soul adapted to it, nor any organ in the body to relish it; an object of desire placed out of the possibility of fruition.

Love is a second life; it grows into the soul, warms every vein, and beats in every pulse.

There is something very sublime, though very fanciful, in Plato's description of the Supreme Being,--that truth is His body and light His shadow. According to this definition there is nothing so contradictory to his nature as error and falsehood.

Nothing is more gratifying to the mind of man than power or dominion.

In rising sighs and falling tears.

Music, among those who were styled the chosen people, was a religious art.

Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.