Mr. Bazzard's father, being a Norfolk farmer, would have furiously laid about him with a flail, a pitch-fork, and every agricultural implement available for assaulting purposes, on the slightest hint of his son's having written a play.

Do the wise thing and the kind thing too, and make the best of us and not the worst.

What is peace? Is it war? No. Is it strife? No. Is it lovely, and gentle, and beautiful, and pleasant, and serene, and joyful? O yes!

[She wasn't] a logically reasoning woman, but God is good, and hearts may count in heaven as high as heads.

But injustice breeds injustice; the fighting with shadows and being defeated by them necessitates the setting up of substances to combat.

Novelties please less than they impress.

A man ain't got no right to be a public man, unless he meets the public views.