The Heart's Hushed Secret In The Soft

No Thoroughly Occupied Man Was Ever Yet Very Miserable.

There Can Be Neither Politically Nor Morally A Good Which Is Not Universal ... We Cannot Reform For A Time Or For A Class, But For All And For The Whole, And Our Very Interests Will Draw Us Together In One Wide Bond Of Sympathy.

Travel Is As Much A Passion As Ambition Or Love.

Conscience, Like A Child, Is Soon Lulled To Sleep.

We Would Liken Music To Aladdin's Lamp — Worthless In Itself, Not So For The Spirits Which Obey Its Call. We Love It For The Buried Hopes, The Garnered Memories, The Tender Feelings, It Can Summon With A Touch.