Marriage is the torment of one, the felicity of two, the strife and enmity of three.

With every exertion, the best of men can do but a moderate amount of good; but it seems in the power of the most contemptible individual to do incalculable mischief.

The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced.

He that drinks beer, thinks beer.

after a man passes 60 , his mischief is mainly in his head

There was one species of despotism under which he had long groaned, and that was petticoat government.

There is something nobly simple and pure in a taste for the cultivation of forest trees. It argues, I think, a sweet and generous nature to have his strong relish for the beauties of vegetation, and this friendship for the hardy and glorious sons of the forest. He who plants a tree looks forward to future ages, and plants for posterity. Nothing could be less selfish than this.