In The First Place, The Government Ought

England May As Well Dam Up The Waters Of The Nile With Bulrushes As To Fetter The Step Of Freedom, More Proud And Firm In This Youthful Land Than Where She Treads The Sequestered Glens Of Scotland, Or Couches Herself Among The Magnificent Mountains Of Switzerland.

Childhood Itself Is Scarcely More Lovely Than A Cheerful, Kindly, Sunshiny Old Age.

That Man's Best Works Should Be Such Bungling Imitations Of Nature's Infinite Perfection, Matters Not Much; But That He Should Make Himself An Imitation, This Is The Fact Which Nature Moans Over, And Deprecates Beseechingly. Be Spontaneous, Be Truthful, Be Free, And Thus Be Individuals! Is The Song She Sings Through Warbling Birds, And Whispering Pines, And Roaring Waves, And Screeching Winds.

An Effort Made For The Happiness Of Others Lifts Above Ourselves.

There Have Always Been A Large Class Of Thinkers Who Deny That The World Makes Any Progress. They Say We Move In A Circle; That Evils Are Never Conquered, But Only Change Their Forms.