Ink Is The Transcript Of Thought.

Private Passions Tire And Exhaust Themselves, Public Ones Never.

The Loss Of A Mother Is Always Keenly Felt, Even If Her Health Be Such As To Incapacitate Her From Taking An Active Part In The Care Of The Family. She Is The Sweet Rallying-point For Affection, Obedience, And A Thousand Tendernesses. Dreary The Blank When She Is Withdrawn!

Reading Furnishes The Mind Only With Materials Of Knowledge; It Is Thinking That Makes What We Read Ours. I Am The Fellow Citizen Of Every Being That Thinks; My Country Is Truth.

Mystery Hovers Over All Things Here Below.

Man Is Born Barbarous--he Is Ransomed From The Condition Of Beasts Only By Being Cultivated.