Society Is A Masked Ball, Where Every

This Immediate Dependence Of Language Upon Nature, This Conversion Of An Outward Phenomenon Into A Type Of Somewhat In Human Life,never Loses Its Power To Affect Us. It Is This Which Gives That Piquancy To The Conversation Of A Strong-natured Farmer Or Backwoodsman, Which All Men Relish.

I Wiped Away The Weeds And Foam, I Fetched My Sea-borne Treasures Home.

The Way Of Providence Is A Little Rude. The Habit Of Snake And Spider, The Snap Of The Tiger And Other Leapers And Bloody Jumpers, The Crackle Of The Bones Of His Prey In The Coil Of The Anaconda-these Are In The System, And Our Habits Are Like Theirs.

Every Man Supposes Himself Not To Be Fully Understood Or Appreciated.

Always Maintain Your Common Sense And Artful Skills, And Funnel It All Into Plain Enough Dealings.