Whatever brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home..

What bliss will fill the ransomed souls, when they in glory dwell, to see the sinner as he rolls, in quenchless flames of hell..

Do not spend the day in gathering flowers by the way side, lest night come upon you before you arrive at your journey's end, and then you will not re….

A hermit who has been shut up in his cell in a college has contracted a sort of mould and rust upon his soul..

Nothing tends so much to enlarge the mind as traveling..

Every one of his opinions appears to himself to be written with sunbeams..

There's not a plant or flower below but makes Thy glories known, And clouds arise, and tempests blow by order from Thy throne; While all that borrows….

A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun..

The passions are the gales of life; and it is religion only that can prevent them from rising into a tempest..

To prevent and suppress rising resentment is wise and glorious, is manly and divine..

Study detains the mind by the perpetual occurrence of something new, which may gratefully strike the imagination..

How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower!.

Dear Lord. I give myself away. I've nothing else to give..

The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours..

Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still..

The child taught to believe any occurrence a good or evil omen, or any day of the week lucky, hath a wide inroad made upon the soundness of his under….

To see the dull indifference, the negligent and thoughtless air that sits upon the faces of a whole assembly, while the psalm is upon their lips, mig….

Joy to the world, the Lord is come / Let earth receive her King / Let every heart, prepare him room / And heaven and nature sing..

Kind words toward those you daily meet, Kind words and actions right, Will make this life of ours most sweet, Turn darkness into night..

Forbid it Lord that I should boast, save in the death of Christ, my God: All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood..

No, I'll repine at death no more, But with a cheerful gasp resign To the cold dungeon of the ground These dying, withering limbs of mine. Let worms d….