All Flesh Is Grass. And

Absence Of Occupation Is Not Rest.

Domestic Happiness, Thou Only Bliss Of Paradise That Has Surviv'd The Fall!

No Man Can Be A Patriot On An Empty Stomach.

A Self-made Man? Yes, And One Who Worships His Creator.

The Parable Of The Prodigal Son, The Most Beautiful Fiction That Ever Was Invented; Our Saviour's Speech To His Disciples, With Which He Closed His Earthly Ministrations, Full Of The Sublimest Dignity And Tenderest Affection, Surpass Everything That I Ever Read; And Like The Spirit By Which They Were Dictated, Fly Directly To The Heart.