Every Natural Power Exhilarates; A True Talent

The Simplest Words,--we Do Not Know What They Mean Except When We Love And Aspire.

Nature Magically Suits A Man To His Fortunes, By Making Them The Fruit Of His Character.

Commerce Is A Game Of Skill Which Everyone Cannot Play And Few Can Play Well.

The Buddhist, Who Thanks No Man, Who Says "do Not Flatter Your Benefactors," But Who, In His Conviction That Every Good Deed Can By No Possibility Escape Its Reward, Will Not Deceive The Benefactor By Pretending That He Has Done More Than He Should, Is A Transcendentalist.

Every Body We Know Surrounds Himself With A Fine House, Fine Books, Conservatory, Gardens, Equipage, And All Manner Of Toys, As Screens To Interpose Between Himself And His Guest. Does It Not Seem As If Man Was Of A Very Sly, Elusive Nature, And Dreaded Nothing So Much As A Full Rencontre Front To Front With His Fellow?