Advice Is Not A Gift, But A

Chingachgook Grasped The Hand That, In The Warmth Of Feeling, The Scout Had Stretched Across The Fresh Earth, And In That Attitude Of Friendship These Intrepid Woodsmen Bowed Their Heads Together, While Scalding Tears Fell To Their Feet, Watering The Grave Of Uncas Like Drops Of Falling Rain.

All Greatness Of Character Is Dependent On Individuality. The Man Who Has No Other Existence Than That Which He Partakes In Common With All Around Him, Will Never Have Any Other Than An Existence Of Mediocrity.

The Sublimity Connected With Vastness, Is Familiar To Every Eye.

It Is Seldom Men Think Of Death In The Pride Of Their Health And Strength.

Apathy Is The Great Requisite For The Station; For Woe Betide The Wretch Who Fancies Any Modicum Of Zeal.