“Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.”

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.

No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.

O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!

A fool must now and then be right, by chance

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

God made the country, and man made the town.

God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another’s pain.

We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.

Remorse begets reform.

Accomplishments have taken virtue’s place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.

[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.

The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.

Manner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.

The fame which is based on wealth or beauty is a frail and fleeting thing; but virtue shines for ages with undiminished lustre.