A sight to dream of, not to tell!
We ought not to extract pernicious honey from poison blossoms of misrepresentation and mendacious half-truth, to pamper the course appetite of bigotry and self-love.
Within today, tomorrow is already walking.
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
We have to administer the law whether we like it or no.
I feel as if God had, by giving the Sabbath, given fifty-two springs in every year.