The wind, a sightless laborer, whistles at his task.

All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them.

He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its infancy.

Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

All that we behold is full of blessings.

Write to me frequently & the longest letters possible; never mind whether you have facts or no to communicate; fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.