...there's never a garden in all the parish but what there's endless waste in it for want o' somebody as could use everything up. It's what I think to myself sometimes, as there need nobody run short o' victuals if the land was made the most on, and there was never a morsel but what could find it's way to a mouth.

"Heaven help us," said the old religion; the new one, from its very lack of that faith, will teach us all the more to help one another.

To fear the examination of any proposition apears to me an intellectual and a moral palsy that will ever hinder the firm grasping of any substance whatever.

So to live is heaven; to make undying music in the world.

Joy and sorrow are both my perpetual companions, but the joy is called Past and the sorrow Present.

The human soul is hospitable, and will entertain conflicting sentiments and contradictory opinions with much impartiality.

... learning to love any one is like an increase of property, -- it increases care, and brings many new fears lest precious things should come to harm.