Want and wealth equally harden the human heart, as frost and fire are both alien to the human flesh. Famine and gluttony alike drive away nature from the heart of man.

No man is so great as mankind.

Be not familiar with the idea of wrong, for sin in fancy mothers many an ugly fact.

The duty of labor is written on a man's body: in the stout muscle of the arm,, and the delicate machinery of the hand.

Gratitude is a nice touch of beauty added last of all to the countenance. Giving a classic beauty, an angelic loveliness, to the character.

All the spaces between my mind and the mind of God are full of truths waiting to be crystallized into laws for the government of the masses.

Genius is the father of a heavenly line, but the mortal mother, that is industry.