“When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view I’m lost, in wonder, love and praise.”

Courage is the thing. All goes if courage goes.

When men are easy in their circumstances, they are naturally enemies to innovations.

The friendships of the world are oft confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasures.

All well-regulated families set apart an hour every morning for tea and bread and butter

A solid and substantial greatness of soul looks down with neglect on the censures and applauses of the multitude.

Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body.

What an absurd thing it is to pass over all the valuable parts of a man, and fix our attention on his infirmities.

A good character, good habits and iron industry are impregnable to the assaults of all ill-luck that fools ever dreamed.

It is ridiculous for any man to criticize on the works of another, who has not distinguished himself by his own performances.

To this end, nothing is to be more carefully consulted than plainness. In a lady’s attire this is the single excellence; for to be what some people call fine, is the same vice, in that case, as to be florid is in writing or speaking.

A wealthy doctor who can help a poor man, and will not without a fee, has less sense of humanity than a poor ruffian, who kills a rich man to supply his necessities.

Riches expose a man to pride and luxury, and a foolish elation of heart.

They were a people so primitive they did not know how to get money, except by working for it.

Nature has laid out all her art in beautifying the face; she has touched it with vermilion, planted in it a double row of ivory, made it the seat of smiles and blushes, lighted it up and enlivened it with the brightness of the eyes.

No one is more cherished in this world than someone who lightens the burden of another. Thank you.

Our disputants put me in mind of the cuttlefish that, when he is unable to extricate himself, blackens the water about him till he becomes invisible.

Fiery the Angels rose, & as they rose deep thunder roll’d Around their shores, indignant burning with the fires of Orc.

If you once turn on your side after the hour at which you ought to rise, it is all over. Bolt up at once.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.

Trees are living beings. And they have their own personalities. There are the young, eager saplings, all striving with each other. If you put your cheek against one of those, you almost sense the sap rising and the energy.

It is not easy for men to rise whose qualities are thwarted by poverty.

There is a certain enthusiasm in liberty, that makes human nature rise above itself, in acts of bravery and heroism.

The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.

When you shoot right and truth and justice down, the more right and truth and justice will rise up.