Aid The Dawning, Tongue And Pen; Aid

If Happy I And Wretched He, Perhaps The King Would Change With Me.

There's A Fount About To Stream, There's A Light About To Beam, There's A Warmth About To Glow, There's A Flower About To Blow; There's A Midnight Blackness Changing Into Gray; Men Of Thought And Men Of Action, Clear The Way.

Truth . . . And If Mine Eyes Can Bear Its Blaze, And Trace Its Symmetries, Measure Its Distance, And Its Advent Wait, I Am No Prophet - I But Calculate.

Money, Again, Has Often Been A Cause Of The Delusion Of The Multitudes. Sober Nations Have All At Once Become Desperate Gamblers, And Risked Almost Their Existence Upon The Turn Of A Piece Of Paper.

The Study Of The Errors Into Which Great Minds Have Fallen In The Pursuit Of Truth Can Never Be Uninstructive. . . No Man Is So Wise But That He May Learn Some Wisdom From His Past Errors, Either Of Thought Or Action, And No Society Has Made Such Advances As To Be Capable Of No Improvement From The Retrospect Of Its Past Folly And Credulity.