Activity And Sadness Are Incompatible.

How Like A Railway Tunnel Is The Poor Man's Life, With The Light Of Childhood At One End, The Intermediate Gloom, And Only The Glimmer Of A Future Life At The Other Extremity!

He Has But One Great Fear That Fears To Do Wrong.

The Loss Of A Beloved Connection Awakens An Interest In Heaven Before Unfelt.

Too Much Society Makes A Man Frivolous; Too Little, A Savage.

Pleasure And Pain Spring Not So Much From The Nature Of Things, As From Our Manner Of Considering Them. Pleasure, Especially, Is Never An Invariable Effect Of Particular Circumstances.