Eloquence Is The Appropriate Organ Of The

Alas For America As I Must So Often Say, The Ungirt, The Diffuse, The Profuse, Procumbent, One Wide Ground Juniper, Out Of Which No Cedar, No Oak Will Rear Up A Mast To The Clouds! It All Runs To Leaves, To Suckers, To Tendrils, To Miscellany. The Air Is Loaded With Poppy, With Imbecility, With Dispersion, & Sloth.

Divine Persons Are Character Born, Or, To Borrow A Phrase From Napoleon, They Are Victory Organized.

A Person Seldom Falls Sick But The Bystanders Are Animated With A Faint Hope That He Will Die.

The Heroic Soul Does Not Sell Its Justice And Its Nobleness.

Art Is The Path Of The Creator To His Work.