As if the world and they were hand and glove.

Not to understand a treasure's worth till time has stole away the slighted good, is cause of half the poverty we feel, and makes the world the wilderness it is.

All we behold is miracle.

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

If a great man struggling with misfortunes is a noble object, a little man that despises them is no contemptible one.

Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.

Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, 'tis being flayed alive.