Life Too Near Paralyses Art.

Fear Defeats More People Than Any Other One Thing In The World.

Commonsense Is The Wick Of The Candle.

I See My Trees Repair Their Boughs.

I Have Just Been Conversing With One Man, To Whom No Weight Of Adverse Experience Will Make It For A Moment Appear Impossible That Thousands Of Human Beings Might Exercise Towards Each Other The Grandest And Simplest Sentiments, As Well As A Knot Of Friends, Or A Pair Of Lovers.

Line In Nature Is Not Found; Unit And Universe Are Round.