A good book is the best of friends, the same today and forever.

The seeds of first instructions are dropp'd into the deepest furrows.

Knowledge is leagued with the universe, and findeth a friend in all things; but ignorance is everywhere a stranger, unwelcome; ill at ease and out of place.

Alike to the slave and his oppressor cometh night with sweet refreshment, and half of the life of the most wretched is gladdened by the soothings of sleep.

Hatred is the atmosphere of hell.

None is poor but the mean in mind, the timorous, the weak, and unbelieving; none is wealthy but the affluent in soul, who is satisfied and floweth over.

Men scanning the surface count the wicked happy; they see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow.