The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.

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

Unmissed but by his dogs and by his groom.

To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.

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

Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.

Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.