Every Human Being Is A Volume, Worthy

Every Man Is A Volume If You Know How To Read Him.

Most Joyful Let The Poet Be, It Is Through Him That All Men See.

The Cry Has Been That When War Is Declared, All Opposition Should Therefore Be Hushed. A Sentiment More Unworthy Of A Free Country Could Hardly Be Propagated. If The Doctrine Be Admitted, Rulers Have Only To Declare War And They Are Screened At Once From Scrutiny. . . . In War, Then, As In Peace, Assert The Freedom Of Speech And Of The Press. Cling To This As The Bulwark Of All Our Rights And Privileges.

It Is Chiefly Through Books That We Enjoy Intercourse With The Superior Minds, And These Invaluable Means Of Communication Are In Reach Of All. In The Best Books, Great Men Talk To Us, Give Us Their Most Precious Thoughts, And Pour Their Souls Into Ours. God Be Thanked For Books. They Are The Voices Of The Distant And The Dead, And Make Us Heirs Of The Spiritual Life Of Past Ages. Books Are True Levellers. They Give To All, Who Faithfully Use Them, The Society, The Spiritual Presence Of The Best And Greatest Of Our Race.

Poetry Reveals To Us The Loveliness Of Nature, Brings Back The Freshness Of Youthful Feelings, Reviews The Relish Of Simple Pleasures, Keeps Unquenched The Enthusiasm Which Warmed The Springtime Of Our Being, Refines Youthful Love, Strengthens Our Interest In Human Mature, By Vivid Delineations Of Its Tenderest And Softest Feelings, And Through The Brightness Of Its Prophetic Visions, Helps Faith To Lay Hold On The Future Life.