Love sometimes elevates, creates new qualities, suspends the working of evil inclinations; but only for a day. Love, then, is an Oriental despot, whose glance lifts a slave from the dust, and then consigns him to it again.
We must labor unceasingly to render our piety reasonable, and our reason pious.
Suspicion has its dupes, as well as credulity.
Happiness and Virtue clasp hands and walk together.
Attention is a silent and perpetual flattery.
Youth should be a savings bank.