Not Another Flag Has Such An Errand,

This World Is Not A Platform Where You Will Hear Thalberg-piano-playing. It Is A Piano Manufactory, Where Are Dust And Shavings And Boards, And Saws And Files And Rasps And Sandpapers. The Perfect Instrument And The Music Will Be Hereafter.

He That Would Look With Contempt On The Pursuits Of The Farmer, Is Not Worthy The Name Of A Man.

When A Nation's Young Men Are Conservative, Its Funeral Bell Is Already Rung.

The Poor Man With Industry Is Happier Than The Rich Man In Idleness.

God Plants No Yearning In The Human Soul That He Does Not Intend To Satisfy.