A Man May Be Variously Accomplished, And

Science Is Not Addressed To Poets.

Literature Is At Once The Cause And The Effect Of Social Progress.

Among The Many Strange Servilities Mistaken For Pieties, One Of The Least Lovely Is That Which Hopes To Flatter God By Despising The World, And Vilifying Human Nature.

The History Of The Race Is But That Of The Individual "writ Large".

Over The Meeting Of The Lovers I Draw A Veil. The Burst Of Rapture With Which They Clasped Each Other In A Wild Embrace -- The Many Inquiries -- The Fond Regrets And Thrilling Hopes -- It Is Out Of My Power To Convey. Let Me, Therefore, Leave Them To Their Happiness.