God's providence is on the side of clear heads.

It is a man dying with his harness on that angels love to escort upward.

A lie always needs a truth for a handle to it.

Truths are first clouds; then rain, then harvest and food.

Conceited men often seem a harmless kind of men, who, by an overweening self-respect, relieve others from the duty of respecting them at all.

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.

The tree is but a huge boquet.