And diff'ring judgments serve but to declare that truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where.

The art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue.

Heaven's harmony is universal love.

Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.

Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought.

To trace in Nature's most minute design The signature and stamp of power divine. ... The Invisible in things scarce seen revealed, To whom an atom is an ample field.

Good sense, good health, good conscience, and good fame,--all these belong to virtue, and all prove that virtue has a title to your love.