We Ought To Be Ten Times As

All Words Are Pegs To Hang Ideas On.

He That Would Look With Contempt On The Pursuits Of The Farmer, Is Not Worthy The Name Of A Man.

That Endless Book, The Newspaper, Is Our National Glory.

I Would Rather Speak The Truth To Ten Men Than Blandishments And Lying To A Million. Try It, Ye Who Think There Is Nothing In It! Try What It Is To Speak With God Behind You, To Speak So As To Be Only The Arrow In The Bow Which The Almighty Draws.

Sharp Men, Like Sharp Needles, Break Easy, Though They Pierce Quick.