A man's opinion is in others; his being is in himself.

It is not he that reads most, but he that meditates most on Divine truth, that will prove the choicest, wisest, strongest Christian.

Ambition is torment enough for an enemy; for it affords as much discontentment in enjoying as in want, making men like poisoned rats, which, when they have tasted of their bane, cannot rest till they drink, and then can much less rest till they die

For every bad there might be a worse; and when one breaks his leg let him be thankful it was not his neck.

Perfection is the child of time.

Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.

Society is the atmosphere of souls; and we necessarily imbibe from it something which is either infectious or healthful.