Poor humanity!--so dependent, so insignificant, and yet so great.

In youth, grief comes with a rush and overflow, but it dries up, too, like the torrent. In the winter of life it remains a miserable pool, resisting all evaporation.

Attention is a silent and perpetual flattery.

The world has no sympathy with any but positive griefs. It will pity you for what you lose; never for what you lack

It is a little stream, which flows softly, but freshens everything along its course.

The injustice of men subserves the justice of God, and often His mercy.

We are always looking into the future, but we see only the past.