Happiness can be built only on virtue, and must of necessity have truth for its foundation.

This world has angels all too few, and heaven is overflowing.

A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear, A drowsy, stifled, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet or relief, In word, or sigh, or tear.

All sympathy not consistent with acknowledged virtue is but disguised selfishness.

Ignorance seldom vaults into knowledge.

Genius of the highest kind implies an unusual intensity of the modifying power.

I know the Bible is inspired because it finds me at greater depths of my being than any other book.