Oh, wondrous power! how little understood, Entrusted to the mother's mind alone, To fashion genius, form the soul for good, Inspire a West, or train a Washington.

The temple of our purest thoughts is silence.

Among those kinds of food which the good housekeeper should scrupulously banish from her table, is that of hot leavened bread....I believe it more often lays the foundation of diseases of the stomach, than any other kind of nourishment, used among us.

Those who cannot think, have, in my opinion, a necessity (which goes very far towards creating a right) for amusement.

There is small danger of being starved in our land of plenty; but the danger of being stuffed is imminent.

It requires but a few threads of hope, for the heart that is skilled in the secret, to weave a web of happiness.

the engrossing pursuit of Americans is wealth.