A good man's prayers will from the deepest dungeon climb heaven's height, and bring a blessing down.

Still on it creeps, Each little moment at another's heels, Till hours, days, years, and ages are made up Of such small parts as these, and men look back Worn and bewilder'd, wondering how it is.

The strength of man sinks in the hour of trial; but there doth live a Power that to the battle girdeth the weak.

It is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man. . .

I have seen the day, when, if a man made himself ridiculous, the world would laugh at him. But now, everything that is mean, disgusting, and absurd, pleases them but so much the better!