Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.

How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.

Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.

O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.

O, popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?

Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.

A fool must now and then be right, by chance.

Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.

Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.

Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.

Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.

Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.

The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.

God made the country, and man made the town.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.

The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul bawled out, Well done! As loud as he could bawl.

Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.

The parson knows enough who knows a Duke.

Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.

No one was ever scolded out of their sins.

Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay.

A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.

Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.

No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.

They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.

No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.

Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books.

An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.

The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.

The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.

Absence of proof is not proof of absence.

Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.

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

Absence from whom we love is worse than death.

Whoso seeks an audit here propitious, pays his tribute, game or fish, wild fowl or venison, and his errand speeds.

Ceremony leads her bigots forth prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths on which eternal things depend can hardly find a single.

God made the country and man made the town.

Scenes must be beautiful which daily viewd. Please daily and whose novelty survives .Long knowledge and the scrutiny of years.

Nor rural sights alone but rural sounds exhilirate the spirit and restore the tone of languid nature.

A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied by ceaseless sharp corrosion a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.

There is a bird who by his coat And by the hoarseness of his note Might be supposed a crow.

Beware of desperate steps the darkest day lived till tomorrow will have passed away.

Remorse the fatal egg that pleasure laid.

The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.

Skins may differ but affection Dwells in white and black the same.