God Never Jests With Us, And Will

Slavery Is No Scholar, No Improver; It Does Not Love The Whistle Of The Railroad; It Does Not Love The Newspaper, The Mailbag, A College, A Book Or A Preacher Who Has The Absurd Whim Of Saying What He Thinks; It Does Not Increase The White Population; It Does Not Improve The Soil; Everything Goes To Decay.

The Word Liberty In The Mouth Of Mr. Webster Sounds Like The Word Love In The Mouth Of A Courtesan.

The Essence Of Age Is Intellect. Wherever That Appears, We Call It Old.

The Dead Sleep In Their Moonless Night; My Business Is With The Living.

Preaching Is The Expression Of Moral Sentiments Applied To The Duties Of Life.