Because men believe not in Providence, therefore they do so greedily scrape and hoard. They do not believe in any reward for charity, therefore they will part with nothing. |
He that loveth a book will never want for a faithful friend, a wholesome counselor, a cheerful companion, an effectual comforter |
It is safe to make a choice of your thoughts, scarcely ever safe to express them all. |
Poetry is a kind of ingenious nonsense (Spence, Anecdotes) |
Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and flourishing in an immortal youth. |