There Is No Kind Of Idleness By

I Never Desire To Converse With A Man Who Has Written More Than He Has Read.

I Wish You Would Add An Index Rerum, That When The Reader Recollects Any Incident He May Easily Find It.

Social Sorrow Loses Half Its Pain.

Labor's Face Is Wrinkled With The Wind, And Swarthy With The Sun.

We Must Consider How Very Little History There Is--i Mean Real, Authentic History. That Certain Kings Reigned And Certain Battles Were Fought, We Can Depend Upon As True; But All The Coloring, All The Philosophy, Of History Is Conjecture.