Common Sense Is As Rare As Genius.

In Youth, We Clothe Ourselves With Rainbows, With Hope & Love, & Go As Brave As The Zodiack. In Age We Put Out Another Sort Of Perspiration; Gout, Fever, Rheumatism, Caprice, Doubt, Fretting, And Avarice.

Man Is The Dwarf Of Himself.

Good Breeding, A Union Of Kindness And Independence.

When I Bought My Farm, I Did Not Know What A Bargain I Had In The Bluebirds, Daffodils And Thrushes; As Little Did I Know What Sublime Mornings And Sunsets I Was Buying.

All Things Are Moral; And In Their Boundless Changes Have An Unceasing Reference To Spiritual Nature.