Affliction is not sent in vain, young man, from that good God, who chastens whom he loves.

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

What will not woman, gentle woman dare; when strong affection stirs her spirit up?

How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures; nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven: In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths; Beneath her steady ray The desert circle spreads Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. How beautiful is night!

It has been more wittily than charitably said that hell is paved with good intentions; they have their place in heaven also.

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

Without religion the highest endowments of intellect can only render the possessor more dangerous if he be ill disposed; if well disposed, only more unhappy.