The more peculiarly his own a man's character is, the better it fits him.
While there's life, there's hope.
Thrift is of great revenue.
The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intentions.
There is not a moment without some duty.
Should this my firm persuasion of the soul's immortality prove to be a mere delusion, it is at least a pleasing delusion, and I will cherish it to my last breath.