We First Crush People To The Earth,

Affectation Is Fond Of Making A Greater Show Than Reality. ... Nature And Truth Have Never Learned To Blow The Trumpet, And Never Will.

If We Really Believed That Those Who Are Gone From Us Were As Truly Alive As Ourselves, We Could Not Invest The Subject With Such Awful Depth Of Gloom As We Do. If We Could Imbue Our Children With Distinct Faith In Immortality, We Should Never Speak Of People As Dead, But Passed Into Another World. We Should Speak Of The Body As A Cast-off Garment, Which The Wearer Had Outgrown; Consecrated Indeed By The Beloved Being That Used It For A Season, But Of No Value Within Itself.

Childhood Itself Is Scarcely More Lovely Than A Cheerful, Kindly, Sunshiny Old Age.

Work! Work! That Is My Unfailing Cure For All Troubles.

In The First Place, An Unjust Law Exists In This Commonwealth, By Which Marriages Between Persons Of Different Color Is Pronounced Illegal. I Am Perfectly Aware Of The Gross Ridicule To Which I May Subject Myself By Alluding To This Particular; But I Have Lived Too Long, And Observed Too Much, To Be Disturbed By The World's Mockery.