For Just Experience Tells, In Every Soil,

Men May Be Very Learned, And Yet Very Miserable; It Is Easy To Be A Deep Geometrician, Or A Sublime Astronomer, But Very Difficult To Be A Good Man. I Esteem, Therefore, The Traveller Who Instructs The Heart, But Despise Him Who Only Indulges The Imagination. A Man Who Leaves Home To Mend Himself And Others, Is A Philosopher; But He Who Goes From Country To Country, Guided By The Blind Impulse Of Curiosity, Is Only A Vagabond.

Ridicule Has Even Been The Most Powerful Enemy Of Enthusiasm, And Properly The Only Antagonist That Can Be Opposed To It With Success.

Paltry Affectation, Strained Allusions, And Disgusting Finery Are Easily Attained By Those Who Choose To Wear Them; They Are But Too Frequently The Badges Of Ignorance Or Of Stupidity, Whenever It Would Endeavor To Please.

Hope, Like The Gleaming Taper's Light, Adorns And Cheers Our Way; And Still, As Darker Grows The Night, Emits A Brighter Ray.

All The Sciences Are, In Some Measure, Linked With Each Other, And Before The One Is Ended, The Other Begins.