Never let a man imagine that he can pursue a good end by evil means, without sinning against his own soul. The evil effect on himself is certain.

For society, of all places I have ever been, Norwich is the best.

By writing much, one learns to write well.

There is healing in the bitter cup.

And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win. "But what good came of it at last?" Quoth little Peterkin. "Why, that I cannot tell," said he, "But 'twas a famous victory."

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

Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live; Not where I love, but where I am, I die.