Every thing in this world, said my father, is big with jest,--and has wit in it, and instruction too,--if we can but find it out.

Titles of honour are like the impressions on coin; — which add no value to gold and silver, but only render brass current.

So much of motion, is so much of life, and so much of joy, and to stand still, or get on but slowly, is death and the devil.

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

One may as well be asleep as to read for anything but to improve his mind and morals, and regulate his conduct.

Writing, when properly managed, (as you may be sure I think mine is) is but a different name for conversation.

Great is the power of Eloquence; but never is it so great as when it pleads along with nature, and the culprit is a child strayed from his duty, and returned to it again with tears.