The life of the husbandman,--a life led by the bounty of earth and sweetened by the airs of heaven.

Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest.

He who owns the soil, owns up to the sky. [Lat., Cujus est solum, ejus est usque ad coelum.]

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.