Pity Is Like Eating Mustard Without Beef.

It Is Well For Us That We Are Born Babies In Intellect. Could We Understand Half What Mothers Say And Do To Their Infants, We Should Be Filled With A Conceit Of Our Own Importance, Which Would Render Us Insupportable Through Life.

The Question Is Not Whether A Doctrine Is Beautiful But Whether It Is True. When We Wish To Go To A Place, We Do Not Ask Whether The Road Leads Through A Pretty Country, But Whether It Is The Right Road.

What A Person Praises Is Perhaps A Surer Standard, Even Than What He Condemns, Of His Own Character, Information And Abilities.

To Adam Paradise Was Home. To The Good Among His Descendants Home Is Paradise.

Happy The Boy Whose Mother Is Tired Of Talking Nonsense To Him Before He Is Old Enough To Know The Sense Of It.