If a pig could give his mind to anything, he would not be a pig.

For it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child Himself.

If an enthusiastic, ardent, and ambitious man marry a wife on whose name there is a stain, which, though it originate in no fault of hers, may be visited by cold and sordid people upon her, and upon his children also: and, in exact proportion to his success in the world, be cast in his teeth, and made the subject of sneers against him: he may, no matter how generous and good his nature, one day repent of the connection he formed in early life; and she may have the pain and torture of knowing that he does so.

My hair stands on end at the cost and charges of these boys. Why was I ever a father! Why was my father ever a father!

He was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset

I only ask for information.

There once was a child, and he strolled about a good deal, and thought of a number of things. He had a sister, who was a child too, and his constant companion. These two used to wonder all day long. They wondered at the beauty of the flowers; they wondered at the height and blueness of the sky; they wondered at the depth of the bright water; they wondered at the goodness and the power of God who made the lovely world.