How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.

Alas! if my best Friend, who laid down His life for me, were to remember all the instances in which I have neglected Him, and to plead them against me in judgment, where should I hide my guilty head in the day of recompense? I will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.

God forbid that Judges upon their oath should make resolutions to enlarge jurisdiction.

A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.

How readily we wish time spent revoked, that we might try the ground again where once--through inexperience, as we now perceive--we missed that happiness we might have found!

He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.

Lights of the world, and stars of human race.