Heart's-ease is a flower which blooms from the grave of desire.

Beware the deadly fumes of that insane elation Which rises from the cup of mad impiety, And go, get drunk with that divine intoxication Which is more sober far than all sobriety.

Reserve may be pride fortified in ice; dignity is worth reposing on truth.

God's mills grind slow, But they grind woe.

After every storm the sun will smile; for every problem there is a solution, and the soul's indefeasible duty is to be of good cheer.

He who is master of all opinions can never be the bigot of any.

Public opinion is a second conscience.