Cupid "the little greatest god."

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

Be thankful that your lot has fallen on times when, though there may be many evil tongues and exasperated spirits, there are none who have fire and fagot at command.

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

Beware of those who are homeless by choice! You have no hold on human being whose affections are without a top-root!

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.

Happy it were for us all if we bore prosperity as well and as wisely as we endure adverse fortune.