This field is so spacious that it were easy for a man to lose himself in it; and if I should spend all my pilgrimage in this walk, my time would sooner end than my way.

Those who give not till they die show that they would not then if they could keep it any longer.

Recreation is intended to the mind as whetting is to the scythe, to sharpen the edge of it, which otherwise would grow dull and blunt,--as good no scythe as no edge.

Even the best things ill used become evils; and, contrarily, the worst things used well prove good.

I account this body nothing but a close prison to my soul; and the earth a larger prison to my body. I may not break prison till I be loosed by death; but I will leave it, not unwillingly,when I am loosed.

God loveth adverbs; and cares not how good, but how well.

How endless is that volume which God hath written of the world! Every creature is a letter, every day a new page.