It is my opinion that a man's soul may be buried and perish under a dung-heap, or in a furrow field, just as well as under a pile of money.

Labor is the curse of the world, and nobody can meddle with it without becoming proportionately brutalized.

The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure - that is the choicest of all.

There is no greater bugbear than a strong willed relative in the circle of his own connections.

A bodily disease which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may after all, be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual part.

My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one! It seemed not so wild a dream.

No, my little Pearl! Thou must gather thine own sunshine. I have none to give thee.