Is the world all grown up? Is childhood dead? Or is there not in the bosom of the wisest and the best some of the child's heart left, to respond to its earliest enchantments?

To be thankful for what we grasp exceeding our proportion is to add hypocrisy to injustice.

Sassafras wood boiled down to a kind of tea, and tempered with an infusion of milk and sugar hath to some a delicacy beyond the China luxury.

Cultivate simplicity or rather should I say banish elaborateness, for simplicity springs spontaneous from the heart.

There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!

I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.

I am determined that my children shall be brought up in their father's religion, if they can find out what it is.