But, irreverently consorting with these grave, reputable, and pious people, these elders of the church, these chaste dames and dewy virgins, there were men of dissolute lives and women of spotted fame, wretches given over to all mean and filthy vice, and suspected even of horrid crimes. It was strange to see that the good shrank not from the wicked, nor were the sinners abashed by the saints.

The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash.

Death possesses a good deal, of real estate, namely, the graveyard in every town.

Generosity is the flower of justice.

A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.

If the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another.

Every individual has a place to fill in the world and is important in some respect whether he chooses to be so or not.