Perhaps, from an innate desire of justification, sorrow always exaggerates itself. Memory is quite one of Job's friends; and the past is ever ready to throw its added darkness on the present.
Surprises are like misfortunes or herrings - they rarely come single.
Thou know'st how fearless is my trust in thee.
We are ourselves our happiness.
It merely shews, after all, that affection is a habit.
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.