Affectation Hides Three Times As Many Virtues

Time Is A Seedfield; In Youth We Sow It With Causes; In After Life We Reap The Harvest Of Effects.

Temptation Is A Fearful Word. It Indicates The Beginning Of A Possible Series Of Infinite Evils. It Is The Ringing Of An Alarm Bell, Whose Melancholy Sounds May Reverberate Through Eternity. Like The Sudden, Sharp Cry Of "fire!" Under Our Windows By Night, It Should Rouse Us To Instantaneous Action, And Brace Every Muscle To Its Highest Tension.

Let But The Public Mind Become Once Thoroughly Corrupt, And All Attempts To Secure Property, Liberty Or Life, By Mere Force Of Laws Written On Parchment, Will Be As Vain As To Put Up Printed Notices In An Orchard To Keep Off The Canker-worms.

Love--that Divine Fire Which Was Made To Light And Warm The Temple Of Home--sometimes Burns At Unholy Altars.

Benevolence Is A World Of Itself -- A World Which Mankind, As Yet, Have Hardly Begun To Explore. We Have, As It Were, Only Skirted Along Its Coasts For A Few Leagues, Without Penetrating The Recesses, Or Gathering The Riches Of Its Vast Interior.