When we take a slight survey of the surface of our globe a thousand objects offer themselves which, though long known, yet still demand our curiosity.

Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.

The little mind who loves itself, will wr'te and think with the vulgar; but the great mind will be bravely eccentric, and scorn the beaten road, from universal benevolence.

We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favors.

Hope, like the gleaming taper

The company of fools may first make us smile, but in the end we always feel melancholy.

Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations.