There Is A Desire Of Property In

Solitude Is The Audience-chamber Of God.

Little Men Build Up Great Ones, But The Snow Colossus Soon Melts; The Good Stand Under The Eye Of God, And Therefore Stand.

Those Who In Living Fill The Smallest Space, In Death Have Often Left The Greatest Void.

It Appears To Be Among The Laws Of Nature, That The Mighty Of Intellect Should Be Pursued And Carped By The Little, As The Solitary Flight Of One Great Bird Is Followed By The Twittering Petulance Of Many Smaller.

Greatness, As We Daily See It, Is Unsociable.