That sweet sleep which medicines all pain.

Joy, once lost, is pain

Jesus Christ represented God as the principle of all good, the source of all happiness, the wise and benevolent Creator and Preserver of all living things. But the interpreters of his doctrines have confounded the good and the evil principle.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.

There is eloquence in the tongueless wind, and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling of the reeds beside them, which by their inconceivable relation to something within the soul, awaken the spirits to a dance of breathless rapture, and bring tears of mysterious tenderness to the eyes, like the enthusiasm of patriotic success, or the voice of one beloved singing to you alone.

I am convinced that there can be no regeneration of mankind until laughter is put down.