Not in sorrow freely is never to open the bosom to the sweets of the sunshine.

Tears are the natural penalties of pleasure. It is a law that we should pay for all that we enjoy.

Ambition is frequently the only refuge which life has left to the denied or mortified affections. We chide at the grasping eye, the daring wing, the soul that seems to thirst for sovereignty only, and know not that the flight of this ambitious bird has been from a bosom or home that is filled with ashes.

Most men remember obligations, but not often to be grateful; the proud are made sour by the remembrance and the vain silent.

We must calculate not on the weather, nor on fortune, but upon God and ourselves. He may fail us in the gratification of our wishes, but never in the encounter with our exigencies.

It should console us for the fact that sin has not totally disappeared from the world, that the saints are not wholly deprived of employment.

No errors of opinion can possibly be dangerous in a country where opinion is left free to grapple with them.