Poverty is very good in poems but very bad in the house; very good in maxims and sermons but very bad in practical life.
No town can fail of beauty, though its walks were gutters and its houses hovels, if venerable trees make magnificent colonnades along its streets.
Home should be an oratorio of the memory, singing to all our after life melodies and harmonies of old-remembered joy.
Many men want wealth,--not a competence alone, but a live-story competence. Everything subserves this; and religion they would like as a sort of lightning-rod to their houses, to ward off by and by the bolts of Divine wrath.