I have sped by land and sea, and mingled with much people, but never yet could find a spot unsunned by human kindness.

Love with life is heaven; and life, unloving, hell.

A man looketh on his little one as a being of better hope; in himself ambition is dead, but it bath a resurrection in his son.

The most wretched have yet hope.

A spark is a molecule of matter, yet may it kindle the world; vast is the mighty ocean, but drops have made it vast. Despise not thou small things, either for evil or for good; for a look may work thy ruin, or a word create thy wealth.

Lay not the plummet to the line; religion hath no landmarks; no human keenness can discern the subtle shades of faith.

Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure; the most are rather lovable than hateful.