The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.

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

A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.

We sacrifice to dress till household joys and comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, and keeps our larder lean.

All truth is precious, if not all divine; and what dilates the powers must needs refine.

Remorse begets reform.

The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, "Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more."