The dog is the god of frolic.

The unthankful heart... discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!

Many men are mere warehouses full of merchandise--the head, the heart, are stuffed with goods. . . . There are apartments in their souls which were once tenanted by taste, and love, and joy, and worship, but they are all deserted now, and the rooms are filled with earthy and material things.

The monkey is an organized sarcasm upon the human race.

The dog was created specially for children. He is a god of frolic.

Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.

Your greatest pleasure is that which rebounds from hearts that you have made glad.