We Are Rarely Wrong When We Act

Ignorance, Far More Than Idleness, Is The Mother Of All The Vices; And How Recent Has Been The Admission, That Knowledge Should Be The Portion Of All? The Destinies Of The Future Lie In Judicious Education; An Education That Must Be Universal, To Be Beneficial.

Business Before Pleasure.

My Tears Are Buried In My Heart, Like Cave-locked Fountains Sleeping.

I Can Pass Days Stretch'd In The Shade Of Those Old Cedar Trees, Watching The Sunshine Like A Blessing Fall,-- The Breeze Like Music Wandering O'er The Boughs, Each Tree A Natural Harp,--each Different Leaf A Different Note, Blent In One Vast Thanksgiving.

Society Is Like A Large Piece Of Frozen Water; And Skating Well Is The Great Art Of Social Life.