Some people are so fond of ill luck that they run halfway to meet it.

Some people are so fond of ill-luck that they run half-way to meet it.

If I were a grave-digger or even a hangman, there are some people I could work for with a great deal of enjoyment

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.