The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.

The march of intellect is proceeding at quick time; and if its progress be not accompanied by a corresponding improvement in morals and religion, the faster it proceeds, with the more violence will you be hurried down the road to ruin.

War, even in the best state of an army, with all the alleviations of courtesy and honor, with all the correctives of morality and religion, is nevertheless so great an evil, that to engage in it without a clear necessity is a crime of the blackest dye. When the necessity is clear, it then becomes a crime to shrink from it.

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

There is another world for all that live and move-a better one!

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

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