Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.

Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.

We love peace, but not peace at any price. There is a peace more destructive of the manhood of living man, than war is destructive to his body. Chains are worse than bayonets.

That fellow would vulgarize the day of judgment

Sir, you are like a pin, but without either its head or its point.

In this world truth can wait; she's used to it.