The worst of charity is that the lives you are asked to preserve are not worth preserving.

Unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow.

Love should make joy; but our benevolence is unhappy. Our Sunday-schools, and churches, and pauper-societies are yokes to the neck. We pain ourselves to please nobody.

You shall not come nearer a man by getting into his house.

The farmer after sacrificing pleasure, taste, freedom, thought, love, to his work, turns out often a bankrupt, like the merchant.This result might well seem astounding. All this drudgery, from cockcrowing to starlight, for all these years, to end in mortgages and the auctioneer's flag, and removing from bad to worse. It is time to have the thing looked into, and with a sifting criticism ascertained who is the fool.

Adult males are what their moms designed them.

The gift, to be true, must be the flowing of the giver unto me, correspondent to my flowing unto him.