In a letter to a friend the thought is often unimportant, and the feeling, if it be only a desire to entertain him, every thing.
No one is wise or safe, but they that are honest.
Passions are likened best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.
Hath triumphed over time, which besides it nothing but eternity hath triumphed over.
God is absolutely good; and so, assuredly, the cause of all that is good.
... but the longest day hath its evening.