Thus love is the most easy and agreeable, and gratitude the most humiliating, affection of the mind. We never reflect on the man we love without exulting in our choice, while he who has bound us to him by benefits alone rises to our ideas as a person to whom we have in some measure forfeited our freedom.

The heart of every man lies open to the shafts of correction if the archer can take proper aim.

Romance and novel paint beauty in colors more charming than nature, and describe a happiness that humans never taste. How deceptive and destructive are those pictures of consummate bliss!

And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, that one small head could carry all he knew.

And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.

Blest that abode, where want and pain repair, And every stranger finds a ready chair.

Hope, like the gleaming taper