Public sentiment is to public officers what water is to the wheel of the mill.

Undoubtedly we render our consciences callous by evil indulgences; but we cannot entirely subdue that still, small voice.

A man that has lost moral sense is like a man in battle with both of his legs shot off: he has nothing to stand on.

All work and no plagiarism makes for dull sermons!

Let every man come to God in his own way.

The indolent mind is not empty, but full of vermin.

The pie should be eaten "while it is yet florescent, white or creamy yellow, with the merest drip of candied juice along the edges, (as if the flavor were so good to itself that its own lips watered!) of a mild and modest warmth, the sugar suggesting jelly, yet not jellied, the morsels of apple neither dissolved nor yet in original substance, but hanging as it were in a trance between the spirit and the flesh of applehood...then, O blessed man, favored by all the divinities! eat, give thanks, and go forth, 'in apple-pie order!'"