The parable of the prodigal son, the most beautiful fiction that ever was invented; our Saviour's speech to His disciples, with which He closed His earthly ministrations, full of the sublimest dignity and tenderest affection, surpass everything that I ever read; and like the spirit by which they were dictated, fly directly to the heart.

To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.

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

Visits are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not that, would do nothing.

His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.

Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.

How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.