Whoever has tasted the breath of morning knows that the most invigorating and most delightful hours of then day are commonly spent in bed; though it is the evident intention of nature that we should enjoy and profit by them.

All deception in the course of life is indeed nothing else but a lie reduced to practice, and falsehood passing from words into things.

Whatever increases the strength and authority of your body over your mind, that is sin to you, however, innocent it may be in itself.

The true one of youth's love, proving a faithful helpmate in those years when the dream of life is over, and we live in its realities.

"You are old, Father William," the young man cried, "The few locks which are left you are gray; You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man,- Now tell me the reason I pray."

There is healing in the bitter cup.

My name is Death: the last best friend am I.