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.

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.

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

Take away love, and not physical nature only, but the heart of the moral world, would be palsied.

A good man and a wise man may at times be angry with the world, at times grieved for it; but be sure no man was ever discontented with the world who did his duty in it.

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