Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
Remorse begets reform.
The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys: Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.
Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.
Still ending, and beginning still.