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

Remember God's bounty in the year. String the pearls of His favor. Hide the dark parts, except so far as they are breaking out in light! Give this one day to thanks, to joy, to gratitude!

A mother is as different from anything else that God ever thought of, as can possibly be. She is a distinct and individual creation.

The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day.

Speak of the appetite for drink; or of a bon-vivant's relish for dinner! What are these mere animal throes and ragings compared with those fantasies of taste, of those yearning of the imagination, of those insatiable appetites of intellect, which bewilder a student in a great bookseller's temptation-hall.

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

A man that is afraid is never a man.