O What A Thing Is Age! Death

Truth Sometimes Corner Unawares Upon Caution, And Sometimes Speaks In Public As Unconsciously As In A Dream.

Truth, Like The Juice Of The Poppy, In Small Quantities, Calms Men; In Larger, Heats And Irritates Them, And Is Attended By Fatal Consequences In Excess.

Old Trees In Their Living State Are The Only Things That Money Cannot Command.

We Fancy That Our Afflictions Are Sent Us Directly From Above; Sometimes We Think It In Piety And Contrition, But Oftener In Moroseness And Discontent.

No Truer Word, Save God's, Was Ever Spoken, Than That The Largest Heart Is Soonest Broken.