Traveling in the company of those we love is home in motion.

Tears and sorrows and losses are a part of what must be experienced in this present state of life: some for our manifest good, and ail, therefore, it is trusted, for our good concealed;--for our final and greatest good.

Mirth itself is too often but melancholy in disguise.

The last excessive feelings of delight are always grave.

There seems a life in hair, though it be dead.

An author is like a baker; it is for him to make the sweets, and others to buy and enjoy them.

No wonder is greater than any other wonder, and if once explained ceases to be a wonder.