Pain was not given thee merely to be miserable under; learn from it, turn it to account.

In private life I never knew anyone interfere with other people's disputes but he heartily repented of it.

Happy the People whose Annals are blank in History Books!

It is meritorious to insist on forms; religion and all else naturally clothes itself in forms. Everywhere the formed world is the only habitable one.

History after all is the true poetry.

Happy season of childhood! Kind Nature, that art to all a bountiful mother; that visitest the poor man's hut With auroral radiance; and for thy nursling hast provided a soft swathing of love and infinite hope wherein he waxes and slumbers, danced round by sweetest dreams!

How, without clothes, could we possess the master organ, soul's seat and true pineal gland of the body social--I mean a purse?