God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
Grief is itself a medicine.
The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.
Strange as it may seem, the most ludicrous lines I ever wrote have been written in the saddest mood.
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
A man renowned for repartee will seldom scruple to make free with friendship's finest feeling, will thrust a dagger at your breast, and say he wounded you in jest, by way of balm for healing.