Sensibility is nature's celestial spring.

The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.

Sordid selfishness doth contract and narrow our benevolence, and cause us, like serpents, to infold ourselves within ourselves, and to turn out our stings to the entire world besides.

What skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?

If you once turn on your side after the hour at which you ought to rise, it is all over. Bolt up at once.

Tears are the softening showers which cause the seed of heaven to spring up in the human heart.

The willow which bends to the tempest often escapes better than the oak which resists it.