Rage Is Essentially Vulgar.

The Jews Would Not Willingly Tread Upon The Smallest Piece Of Paper In Their Way, But Took It Up; For Possibly, They Say, The Name Of God May Be On It. Though There Was A Little Superstition In This, Yet Truly There Is Nothing But Good Religion In It, If We Apply It To Men. Trample Not On Any; There May Be Some Work Of Grace There, That Thou Knowest Not Of. The Name Of God May Be Written Upon That Soul Thou Treadest On; It May Be A Soul That Christ Thought So Much Of, As To Give His Precious Blood For It; Therefore Despise It Not.

For Mother's Sake The Child Was Dear, And Dearer Was The Mother For The Child.

I Have Often Thought What A Melancholy World This Would Be Without Children, And What An Inhuman World Without The Aged.

Indignation At Literary Wrongs I Leave To Men Born Under Happier Stars. I Cannot Afford It.

Our Quaint Metaphysical Opinions, In An Hour Of Anguish, Are Like Playthings By The Bedside Of A Child Deathly Sick.