God made the rose out of what was left of woman at the creation. The great difference is, we feel the rose's thorns when we gather it; and the other's when we have had it for some time.

In the morn of life we are alert, we are heated in its noon, and only in its decline do we repose.

Study is the bane of childhood, the oil of youth, the indulgence of adulthood, and a restorative in old age.

Immoderate power, like other intemperance, leaves the progeny weaker and weaker, until nature as in compassion covers it with her mantle and it is seen no more.

A smile is ever the most bright and beautiful with a tear upon it. What is the dawn without the dew? The tear is rendered by the smile precious above the smile itself.

The happiest of pillows is not that which love first presses! it is that which death has frowned on and passed over.

No thoroughly occupied person was ever found really miserable.