Power Is Not Happiness.

In A Well-written Book We Are Presented With The Maturest Reflections, Or The Happiest Flights Of A Mind Of Uncommon Excellence. It Is Impossible That We Can Be Much Accustomed To Such Companions Without Attaining Some Resemblance To Them.

No Man Must Encroach Upon My Province, Nor I Upon His. He May Advise Me, Moderately And Without Pertinaciousness, But He Must Not Expect To Dictate To Me. He May Censure Me Freely And Without Reserve; But He Should Remember That I Am To Act By My Deliberation And Not His. I Ought To Exercise My Talents For The Benefit Of Others; But That Exercise Must Be The Fruit Of My Own Conviction; No Man Must Attempt To Press Me Into The Service.

It Is Probable That There Is No One Thing That It Is Of Eminent Importance For A Child To Learn.

But The Watchful Care Of The Parent Is Endless. The Youth Is Never Free From The Danger Of Grating Interference.

It Is Absurd To Expect The Inclinations And Wishes Of Two Human Beings To Coincide, Through Any Long Period Of Time. To Oblige Them To Act And Live Together Is To Subject Them To Some Inevitable Potion Of Thwarting, Bickering, And Unhappiness.