There is healing in the bitter cup.

Give me a room whose every nook is dedicated to a book.

It is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.

Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray, Each in the other melting.

From his brimstone bed, at break of day, A-walking the Devil is gone, To look at his little snug farm of the World, And see how his stock went on.

There is no security in a good disposition if the support of good principles--that is to say, of religion, of Christian faith--be wanting. It may be soured by misfortune, it may be corrupted by wealth, it may be blighted by neediness, it may lose all its original brightness, if destitute of that support.

To a resolute mind, wishing to do is the first step toward doing. But if we do not wish to do a thing it becomes impossible.