Guilt upon the conscience, like rust upon iron, both defiles and consumes it, gnawing and creeping into it, as that does which at last eats out the very heart and substance of the metal.

Innocence is like polished armor; it adorns and defends.

Society is built upon trust.

Much reading is like much eating -wholly useless without digestion.

Anger is a transient hatred; or at least very like it.

So he that despairs, limits an Infinite Power to a Finite Apprehension, and measures Providence by his own little, contracted Model.

An obstacle is often an unrecognized opportunity