I Entrench Myself In My Books Equally

There Is No Greater Mistake In The World Than The Looking Upon Every Sort Of Nonsense As Want Of Sense.

Nature, At All Events, Humanly Speaking, Is Manifestly Very Fond Of Color; For She Has Made Nothing Without It. Her Skies Are Blue; Her Fields, Green; Her Waters Vary With Her Skies; Her Animals, Vegetables, Minerals, Are All Colored. She Paints A Great Any Of Them In Apparently Superfluous Hues, As If To Show The Dullest Eye How She Loves Color.

The Groundwork Of All Happiness Is Health.

There Is Scarcely A Single Joy Or Sorrow Within The Experience Of Our Fellow-creatures Which We Have Not Tasted; Yet The Belief, In The Good And Beautiful Has Never Forsaken Us. It Has Been Medicine To Us In Sickness, Richness In Poverty, And The Best Part Of All That Ever Delighted Us In Health And Success.

Music Is The Medicine Of The Breaking Heart.