Everyone Has Conscience Enough To Hate; Few

He That Would Look With Contempt On The Pursuits Of The Farmer, Is Not Worthy The Name Of A Man.

Public Sentiment Is To Public Officers What Water Is To The Wheel Of The Mill.

The Mere Wit Is Only A Human Bauble. He Is To Life What Bells Are To Horses-not Expected To Draw The Load, But Only To Jingle While The Horses Draw.

No Man Ever Learned To Love God With All His Heart, And His Neighbour As Himself, In A Day.

Involved Sentences, Crooked, Circuitous, And Parenthetical, No Matter How Musically They May Be Balanced, Are Prejudicial To A Facile Understanding Of The Truth.