No Star Seemed Less Than What Science

I've Heard It Said That There Are Men Who Read In Books To Convince Themselves There Is A God. I Know Not But Man May So Deform His Works In The Settlements, As To Leave That Which Is So Clear In The Wilderness A Matter Of Doubt Among Traders And Priests.

As For Bread, I Count That For Nothin'. We Always Have Bread And Potatoes Enough; But I Hold A Family To Be In A Desperate Way When The Mother Can See The Bottom Of The Pork Barrel. Give Me Children That's Raised On Good Sound Pork Afore All The Game In The Country. Game's Good As A Relish And So's Bread; But Pork Is The Staff Of Life... My Children I Calkerlate To Bring Up On Pork With Just As Much Bread And Butter As They Want.

The Press, Like Fire, Is An Excellent Servant, But A Terrible Master.

There Is A Pleasure In The Pathless Woods, There Is A Rapture On The Lonely Shore.

Principles . . . Become Modified In Practice, By Facts.