Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish or may fade,- A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.

All that a husband or wife really wants is to be pitied a little, praised a little, and appreciated a little.

Pity, though it may often relieve, is but, at best, a short-lived passion, and seldom affords distress more than transitory assistance; with some it scarce lasts from the first impulse till the hand can be put into the pocket.

The bounds of a man's knowledge are easily concealed, if he has but prudence.

Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations.

Novels teach the youthful mind to sigh after happiness that never existed.

I chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would wear well.