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There Is Something Nobly Simple And Pure In A Taste For The Cultivation Of Forest Trees. It Argues, I Think, A Sweet And Generous Nature To Have His Strong Relish For The Beauties Of Vegetation, And This Friendship For The Hardy And Glorious Sons Of The Forest. He Who Plants A Tree Looks Forward To Future Ages, And Plants For Posterity. Nothing Could Be Less Selfish Than This.

Redundancy Of Language Is Never Found With Deep Reflection. Verbiage May Indicate Observation, But Not Thinking. He Who Thinks Much Says But Little In Proportion To His Thoughts.

It's A Fair Wind That Blew Men To Ale.

Young Lawyers Attend The Courts, Not Because They Have Business There, But Because They Have No Business.

By A Kind Of Fashionable Discipline, The Eye Is Taught To Brighten, The Lip To Smile, And The Whole Countenance To Emanate With The Semblance Of Friendly Welcome, While The Bosom Is Unwarmed By A Single Spark Of Genuine Kindness And Good-will.