People in distress never think that you feel enough.

Grief is a species of idleness.

It is the care of a very great part of mankind to conceal their indigence from the rest. They support themselves by temporary expedients, and every day is lost in contriving for to-morrow.

From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend,- Path, motive, guide, original, and end.

When there is no hope, there can be no endeavor.

The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high road that leads him to England.

Life must be filled up, and the man who is not capable of intellectual pleasures must content himself with such as his senses can afford.