In The Morn Of Life We Are

Other Offences, Even The Greatest, Are The Violation Of One Law: Despotism Is The Violation Of All.

Fame Often Rests At First Upon Something Accidental, And Often, Too, Is Swept Away, Or For A Time Removed; But Neither Genius Nor Glory, Is Conferred At Once, Nor Do They Glimmer And Fall, Like Drops In A Grotto, At A Shout.

I Warmed Both Hands Before The Fire Of Life; It Sinks, And I Am Ready To Depart.

A Mercantile Democracy May Govern Long And Widely; A Mercantile Aristocracy Cannot Stand.

We Fancy That Our Afflictions Are Sent Us Directly From Above; Sometimes We Think It In Piety And Contrition, But Oftener In Moroseness And Discontent.