Ignorance Is Innocence - Stupidity Comes With

Enthusiasm Imparts Itself Magnetically And Fuses All Into One Happy And Harmonious Unity Of Feeling And Sentiment.

The Fable Runs That The Gods Mix Our Pains And Pleasure In One Cup, And Thus Mingle For Us The Adulterate Immortality Which We Alone Are Permitted Here To Enjoy. Voluptuous Raptures, Could We Prolong These At Pleasure, Would Dissipate And Dissolve Us. A Sip Is The Most That Mortals Are Permitted From Any Goblet Of Delight.

Nor Do We Accept, As Genuine The Person Not Characterized By This Blushing Bashfulness, This Youthfulness Of Heart, This Sensibility To The Sentiment Of Suavity And Self-respect. Modesty Is Bred Of Self-reverence. Fine Manners Are The Mantle Of Fair Minds. None Are Truly Great Without This Ornament.

A State, A Community, Caring First For All Its Children, Providing Amply For Their Spiritual As For Their Temporal Well-being, Has Organized The Primitive Eden.

Equanimity Is The Gem In Virtue's Chaplet, And St. Sweetness The Loveliest In Her Calendar.