Farewell's A Bitter Word To Say.

Youth Is A Season That Has No Repose.

Toil Is The Portion Of Day, As Sleep Is That Of Night; But If There Be One Hour Of The Twenty-four Which Has The Life Of Day Without Its Labor, And The Rest Of Night Without Its Slumber, It Is The Lovely And Languid Hour Of Twilight.

Travel Is As Much A Passion As Ambition Or Love.

To This Hour, The Great Science And Duty Of Politics Is Lowered By The Petty Leaven Of Small And Personal Advantage.

Hard Are Life's Early Steps; And But That Youth Is Buoyant, Confident, And Strong In Hope, Men Would Behold Its Threshold, And Despair.