The pulpit is a clergyman's parade; the parish is his field of active service.

A fastidious taste is like a squeamish appetite; the one has its origin in some disease of the mind, as the other has in some ailment of the stomach.

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.

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

My days among the dead are passed; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.

Live as long as you may, the first twenty years are the longest half of your life.

Our knowledge, is our power, and God our strength.