What earnest worker, with hand and brain for the benefit of his fellowmen, could desire a more pleasing recognition of his usefulness than the monument of a tree, ever growing, ever blooming, and ever bearing wholesome fruit?
The youthful freshness of a blameless heart.
Too young for woe, though not for tears.
It is worthy to note, that the early popularity of Washington was not the result of brilliant achievement nor signal success; on the contrary, it rose among trials and reverses, and may almost be said to have been the fruit of defeat.
It is almost startling to hear this warning of departed time sounding among the tombs, and telling the lapse of the hour, which, like a billow, has rolled us onward towards the grave.
He who thinks much says but little in proportion to his thoughts. He selects that language which will convey his ideas in the most explicit and direct manner.
The almighty dollar, that great object of universal devotion.
There is something nobly simple and pure in a taste for the cultivation of forest trees.
Villainy wears many masks; none so dangerous as the mask of virtue.
The Indians with surprise found the mouldering trees of their forests suddenly teeming with ambrosial sweet; and nothing, I am told, can exceed the greedy relish with which they banquet for the first time upon this unbought luxury of the wilderness.
The very difference of character in marriage produces a harmonious combination.
It was Shakespeare’s notion that on this day birds begin to couple; hence probably arose the custom of sending fancy love-billets.
Redundancy of language is never found with deep reflection. Verbiage may indicate observation, but not thinking. He who thinks much says but little in proportion to his thoughts.
There is a majestic grandeur in tranquillity.
Every desire bears its death in its very gratification. Curiosity languishes under repeated stimulants, and novelties cease to excite and surprise, until at length we cannot wonder even at a miracle.
I have often had occasion to remark the fortitude with which women sustain the most overwhelming reverses of fortunes.
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.
History is but a kind of Newgate calendar, a register of the crimes and miseries that man has inflicted on his fellow-man.
The oil and wine of merry meeting.
Every antique farm-house and moss-grown cottage is a picture.