The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all ennui s, vanish, all duties even.

We see the world piece by piece, as the sun, the moon, the animal, the tree; but the whole, of which these are shining parts, is the soul.

Wouldst thou shut up the avenues of ill, Pay every debt as if God wrote the bill.

Every advantage has its tax.

Who makes and keeps the Jew or the Negro base, who but you, who exclude them from the rights which others enjoy?

Men admire the man who can organize their wishes and thoughts in stone and wood and steel and brass.

What a searching preacher of self-command is the varying phenomenon of health.