It Goes Far Towards Reconciling Me To

The Knowledge Of Numbers Is One Of The Chief Distinctions Between Us And The Brutes.

The Pious Farmer, Who Ne'er Misses Pray'rs, With Patience Suffers Unexpected Rain; He Blesses Heav'n For What Its Bounty Spares, And Sees, Resign'd, A Crop Of Blighted Grain. But, Spite Of Sermons, Farmers Would Blaspheme, If A Star Fell To Set Their Thatch On Flame.

There Is No Remedy So Easy As Books, Which If They Do Not Give Cheerfulness, At Least Restore Quiet To The Most Troubled Mind.

Gardening Is Certainly The Next Amusement To Reading.

I Prefer Liberty To Chains Of Diamonds.