It is a great pity but tis certain from every day's observation of man, that he may be set on fire like a candle, at either end provided there is a sufficient wick standing out.

Men tire themselves in the pursuit of sleep.

We are born to trouble; and we may depend upon it, whilst we live in this world, we shall have it, though with intermissions.

I am persuaded that every time a man smiles - but much more so when he laughs - it adds something to this fragment of life.

For I begin with writing the first sentence, — and trusting to Almighty God for the second.

Shall we be destined to the days of eternity, on holy-days, as well as working-days, to be showing the relics of learning, as monks do the relics of their saints - without working one - one single miracle with them?

It is sweet to feel by what fine spun threads our affections are drawn together.