The Mind that lies fallow but a single Day, sprouts up in Follies that are only to be killed by a constant and assiduous Culture.

Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury.

That he delights in the misery of others no man will confess, and yet what other motive can make a father cruel?

Peaceable times are the best to live in, though not so proper to furnish materials for a writer.

If gratitude, when exerted towards another, naturally produces a very pleasing sensation in the mind of a grateful man, it exalts the soul into rapture when it is employed on this great object of gratitude to the beneficent Being who has given us everything we already possess, and from whom we expect everything we yet hope for.

Virtue which shuns, the day.

The person who has a firm trust in the Supreme Being is powerful in his power, wise by his wisdom, happy by his happiness.