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For There Is Assuredly Nothing Dearer To A Man Than Wisdom, And Though Age Takes Away All Else, It Undoubtedly Brings Us That.

The Wise Are Instructed By Reason, Average Minds By Experience, The Stupid By Necessity And The Brute By Instinct.

Art Is Born Of The Observation And Investigation Of Nature.

When War Is Raging The Laws Are Dumb.

Other Relaxations Are Peculiar To Certain Times, Places And Stages Of Life, But The Study Of Letters Is The Nourishment Of Our Youth, And The Joy Of Our Old Age. They Throw An Additional Splendor On Prosperity, And Are The Resource And Consolation Of Adversity; They Delight At Home, And Are No Embarrassment Abroad; In Short, They Are Company To Us At Night, Our Fellow Travelers On A Journey, And Attendants In Our Rural Recesses.