Sensibility Is Nature's Celestial Spring.

It 's No Fish Ye 're Buying, It 's Men's Lives.

There Is A Southern Proverb - Fine Words Butter No Parsnips.

We Shall Never Learn To Feel And Respect Our Real Calling And Destiny, Unless We Have Taught Ourselves To Consider Every Thing As Moonshine, Compared With The Education Of The Heart.

Many Of Our Cares Are But A Morbid Way Of Looking At Our Privileges

Commend Me To Sterling Honesty Though Clad In Rags.