There is yet a silent agony in which the mind appears to disdain all external help, and broods over its distresses with gloomy reserve. This is the most dangerous state of mind; accidents or friendships may lessen the louder kinds of grief, but all remedies for this must be had from within, and there despair too often finds the most deadly enemy.

Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.

Take a dollar from a thousand and it will be a thousand no more.

I have seen her and sister cry over a book for an hour together, and they said, they liked the book the better the more it made them cry.

For just experience tells, in every soil, That those that think must govern those that toil.

But winter lingering chills the lap of May.

The folly of others is ever most ridiculous to those who are themselves most foolish.