Wits, like drunken men with swords, are apt to draw their steel upon their best acquaintances.

The sharp employ the sharp.

Nature designed us to be of good cheer.

What women would do if they could not cry, nobody knows. What poor, defenceless creatures they would be!

A piece of simple goodness--a letter gushing from the heart; a beautiful unstudied vindication of the worth and untiring sweetness of human nature--a record of the invulnerability of man, armed with high purpose, sanctified by truth.

Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest.

Wits, like drunken men with swords, are apt to draw their steel upon their best acquaintances.