Happiness, Or Misery, Is In The Mind.

It Is No Small Mischief To A Boy, That Many Of The Best Years Of His Life Should Be Devoted To The Learning Of What Can Never Be Of Any Real Use To Any Human Being. His Mind Is Necessarily Rendered Frivolous And Superficial By The Long Habit Of Attaching Importance To Words Instead Of Things; To Sound Instead Of Sense.

To Suppose Such A Thing Possible As A Society, In Which Men, Who Are Able And Willing To Work, Cannot Support Their Families, And Ought, With A Great Part Of The Women, To Be Compelled To Lead A Life Of Celibacy, For Fear Of Having Children To Be Starved; To Suppose Such A Thing Possible Is Monstrous.

A Full Belly To The Labourer Was, In My Opinion, The Foundation Of Public Morals And The Only Source Of Real Public Peace.

Dancing Is At Once Rational & Healthful: It Gives Animal Spirits; It Is The Natural Amusement Of Young People, & Such It Has Been From The Days Of Moses.

The Christian Religion, Then, Is Not An Affair Of Preaching, Or Prating, Or Ranting, But Of Taking Care Of The Bodies As Well As The Souls Of People; Not An Affair Of Belief And Of Faith And Of Professions, But An Affair Of Doing Good, And Especially To Those Who Are In Want; Not An Affair Of Fire And Brimstone, But An Affair Of Bacon And Bread, Beer And A Bed.