The memory is perpetually looking back when we have nothing present to entertain us. It is like those repositories in animals that are filled with food, on which they may ruminate when their present pastures fail.

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

The moral perfections of the Deity, the more attentively, we consider, the more perfectly still shall we know them.

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!

A great large book is a great evil.

A brother's sufferings claim a brother's pity.

Heaven is not to be looked upon only as the reward, but the natural effect, of a religious life.