A farmer's horse is never lame, never unfit to go. Never throws out curbs, never breaks down before or behind. Like his master he is never showy. He does not paw and prance, and arch his neck, and bid the world admire his beauties...and when he is wanted, he can always do his work.

It is hard to rescue a man from the slough of luxury and idleness combined. If anything can do it, it is a cradle filled annually.

That I can read and be happy while I am reading, is a great blessing.

I doubt whether I ever read any description of scenery which gave me an idea of the place described.

What man thinks of changing himself so as to suit his wife?

I don't like anybody or anything," said Lucinda. Yes, you do;--you like horses to ride, and dresses to wear.

Credit is a matter so subtle in its essence, that, as it may be obtained almost without reason, so, without reason, may it be made to melt away.