Yea, Marry, Now It Is

As For Rosemary, I Let It Run All Over My Garden Walls, Not Only Because My Bees Love It But Because It Is The Herb Sacred To Remembrance And To Friendship, Whence A Sprig Of It Hath A Dumb Language.

The Increasing Influence Of The Bible Is Marvelously Great, Penetrating Everywhere. It Carries With It A Tremendous Power Of Freedom And Justice Guided By A Combined Force Of Wisdom And Goodness.

. . . The State Of Things And The Dispositions Of Men Were Then Such, That A Man Could Not Well Tell Whom He Might Trust Or Whom He Might Fear.

The Utopians Feel That Slaughtering Our Fellow Creatures Gradually Destroys The Sense Of Compassion, Which Is The Finest Sentiment Of Which Our Human Nature Is Capable.

If Honor Were Profitable, Everybody Would Be Honorable.