I think of it on my pillow at the silent hour of midnight; my heart burns with the gratitude it hath not--may never have an opportunity of showing to the world; and I put up my prayer in faith to Him who seeth in secret, that he may bless and reward them openly.
Sorrows and pleasures are inseparably mixed up in the cup set for man's drinking; and the sunniest day hath its cloud.

But I have made this observation, that if true happiness, or any thing like true happiness, is to be found in this world, it is only to be purchased by the practice of virtue.

Things will fall out--so it hath been ordained in this scene of trial--even to the best and purest of heart, which must carry sorrow to the bosom, and bring tears to the eyelids; and then to the wayward and the wicked, bitter is their misery as the waters of Marah.

But never can the good man be wholly unhappy; he has that within which passeth show; the anchor of his faith is fixed on the Rock of Ages; and when the dark cloud hath glided over--and it will glide--it leaves behind it the blue and unclouded heaven.
If, concerning religious matters, a tone of levity at any time seems to infect these pages, I cry ye mercy; for nothing was further from my intention; yet, though acknowledging this, I maintain that it is a vain thing to look on religion as on a winter night, full of terror, and darkness, and storms.

No one, it strikes me, errs more widely than he who supposes that man was made to mourn--that the sanctity of the heart is shown by the length of the face--and that mirth, the pleasant mirth of innocent hearts, is sinful in the sight of Heaven.