No person was every rightly understood until they had been first regarded with a certain feeling, not of tolerance, but of sympathy.

Secrecy is the element of all goodness; even virtue, even beauty is mysterious.

Writing is a dreadful labor, yet not so dreadful as Idleness.

There are but two ways of paying debt: Increase of industry in raising income, increase of thrift in laying out.

In books lies the soul fo the whole past time.

The Christian must be consumed by the conviction of the infinite beauty of holiness and the infinite damnability of sin.

Oh, give us the man who sings at his work.