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.

He was so benevolent, so merciful a man that, in his mistaken passion, he would have held an umbrella over a duck in a shower of rain.

Religion is in the heart, not in the knees.

Even the worse of jobs has their pleasures, if I were a grave digger or a hangmen, there are some people I could work for with a great deal of enjoyment.

There is peace more destructive of the manhood of living man than war is destructive of his material body.