Love Is The Piety Of The Affections.

It Seems Strange That A Butterfly's Wing Should Be Woven Up So Thin And Gauzy In The Monstrous Loom Of Nature, And Be So Delicately Tipped With Fire From Such A Gross Hand, And Rainbowed All Over In Such A Storm Of Thunderous Elements. The Marvel Is That Such Great Forces Do Such Nice Work.

Want And Wealth Equally Harden The Human Heart, As Frost And Fire Are Both Alien To The Human Flesh. Famine And Gluttony Alike Drive Away Nature From The Heart Of Man.

Politics Is The Science Of Urgencies.

Man Is The Jewel Of God, Who Has Created This Material World To Keep His Treasure In.

The Coat Of The Buffalo Never Pinches Under The Arm, Never Puckers At The Shoulders; It Is Always The Same, Yet Never Old Fashioned Nor Out Of Date.