Even By Means Of Our Sorrows We

However Benevolent May Be The Intentions Of Providence, They Do Not Always Advance The Happiness Of The Individual. Providence Has Always Higher Ends In View, And Works In A Pre-eminent Degree On The Inner Feelings And Disposition.

Government, Religion, Property, Books, Are Nothing But The Scaffolding To Build Men. Earth Holds Up To Her Master No Fruit Like The Finished Man.

Possession, It Is True, Crowns Exertion With Rest; But It Is Only In The Illusions Of Fancy That It Has Power To Charm Us.

The Sorrow Which Calls For Help And Comfort Is Not The Greatest, Nor Does It Come From The Depths Of The Heart.

To Inquire And To Create; These Are The Grand Centres Around Which All Human Pursuits Revolve, Or At Least To These Objects Do They All More Or Less Directly Refer.