There is nothing that a New-Englander so nearly worships as an argument.

All true religion must stand on true morality.

The rarest feeling that ever lights a human face is the contentment of a loving soul.

Caution and conservatism are expected of old age; but when the young men of a nation are possessed of such a spirit, when they are afraid of the noise and strife caused by the applications of the truth, heaven save the land! Its funeral bell has already rung.

Every green thing loves to die in bright colors. The vegetable cohorts march glowing out of the year in flaming dresses, as if to leave this earth were a triumph and not a sadness. It is never nature that is sad, but only we, that dare not look back on the past, and that have not its prophecy of the future in our bosoms.

Clothes and manners do not make the man; but when he is made, they greatly improve his appearance.

Compassion will cure more sins than condemnation.