Then liberty, like day, Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.
The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, “Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more.”
Remorse begets reform.
A teacher should be sparing of his smile.
Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me.
A man renowned for repartee will seldom scruple to make free with friendship’s finest feeling, will thrust a dagger at your breast, and say he wounded you in jest, by way of balm for healing.
Spare feast! a radish and an egg.
It is a terrible thought, that nothing is ever forgotten; that not an oath is ever uttered that does not continue to vibrate through all times, in the wide spreading current of sound; that not a prayer is lisped, that its record is not to be found st.
The solemn fop; significant and budge; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge.
The parson knows enough who knows a Duke.
To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.
A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
Great offices will have great talents, and God gives to every man the virtue, temper, understanding, taste, that lifts him into life, and lets him fall just in the niche he was ordained to fill.
Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.
A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.
Gardening imparts an organic perspective on the passage of time.
Made poetry a mere mechanic art.
Still ending, and beginning still.
Visits are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not that, would do nothing.
An epigram is but a feeble thing – With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.