no hour arrives so soon as the one we dread.
habit is our idea of eternity.
Eyes that droop like summer flowers.
I hate the word 'ought' - it always implies something dull, cold, and commonplace. The 'ought nots' of life are its pleasantest things.
Hope is love's happiness, but not its life.
Ignorance, far more than idleness, is the mother of all the vices; and how recent has been the admission, that knowledge should be the portion of all? The destinies of the future lie in judicious education; an education that must be universal, to be beneficial.