The Only Joy In His Being Mine,

Travel Is A Fools Paradise.

Beauty Is The Mark God Sets On Virtue. Every Natural Action Is Graceful; Every Heroic Act Is Also Decent, And Causes The Place And The Bystanders To Shine.

I--this Thought Which Is Called I--is The Mould Into Which The World Is Poured Like Melted Wax.

Wealth And Poverty Are Seen For What They Are. It Begins To Be Seen That The Poor Are Only They Who Feel Poor, And Poverty Consists In Feeling Poor. The Rich, As We Reckon Them, And Among Them The Very Rich, In A True Scale Would Be Found Very Indigent And Ragged.

There Can Be No High Civility Without A Deep Morality, Though It May Not Always Call Itself By That Name.