There Is Nothing On Earth Divine Except

Consult Duty Not Events.

There Is A Gravity Which Is Not Austere Nor Captious, Which Belongs Not To Melancholy Nor Dwells In Contraction Of Heart: But Arises From Tenderness And Hangs Upon Reflection.

Happiness, Like Air And Water, The Other Two Great Requisites Of Life, Is Composite. One Kind Of It Suits One Man, Another Kind Another. The Elevated Mind Takes In And Breathes Out Again That Which Would Be Uncongenial To The Baser; And The Baser Draws Life And Enjoyment From That Which Would Be Putridity To The Loftier.

Of All Studies, The Most Delightful And The Most Useful Is Biography. The Seeds Of Great Events Lie Near The Surface; Historians Delve Too Deep For Them. No History Was Ever True. Lives I Have Read Which, If They Were Not, Had The Appearance, The Interest, And The Utility Of Truth.

The Sublime Is Contained In A Grain Of Dust.