Guilt, though it may attain temporal splendor, can never confer real happiness; the evil consequences of our crimes long survive their commission, and, like the ghosts of the murdered, forever haunt the steps of the malefactor; while the paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.

Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the Shore of a dark Scottish lake.

Time rolls his ceaseless course.

Hurry no man's cattle; you may come to own a donkey yourself

When a man has not a good reason for doing a thing, he has one good reason for letting it alone.

You will, I trust, resemble a forest plant, which has indeed, by some accident, been brought up in the greenhouse, and thus rendered delicate and effeminate, but which regains its native firmness and tenacity, when exposed for a season to the winter air.

Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!