Language is the dress of thought; and as the noblest mien or most graceful action would be degraded and obscured by a garb appropriated to the gross employments of rusticks or mechanics, so the most heroick sentiments will lose their efficacy

Terrestrial happiness is of short duration. The brightness of the flame is wasting its fuel; the fragrant flower is passing away in its own odors.

For who is pleased with himself.

Sorrow is the mere rust of the soul. Activity will cleanse and brighten it.

The happiest part of a man's life is what he passes lying awake in bed in the morning.

Prosperity's right hand is industry and her left hand is frugality.

People in general do not willingly read if they have anything else to amuse them.