Ez fer war, I call it murder,- There you hev it plain an' flat; I don't want to go no furder Than my Testyment fer that. . . . . . An' you 've gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God.

Console yourself, dear man and brother; whatever you may be sure of, be sure at least of this, that you are dreadfully like other people. Human nature has a much greater genius for sameness than for originality.

Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps the very foundation of character.

Folks never understand the folks they hate.

We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage.

No man, I suspect, ever lived long in the country without being bitten by these meteorological ambitions. He likes to be hotter and colder, to have been more deeply snowed up, to have more trees and larger blown down than his neighbors.

The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.