Melancholy Sees The Worst Of Things...[rather Than

Panic Is A Sudden Desertion Of Us, And A Going Over To The Enemy Of Our Imagination.

The Use We Make Of Our Fortune Determines Its Sufficiency. A Little Is Enough If Used Wisely, And Too Much If Expended Foolishly.

Courage Enlarges, Cowardice Diminishes Resources.

To Cultivate A Garden Is To Walk With God.

In Secluding Himself Too Much From Society, An Author Is In Danger Of Losing That Intimate Acquaintance With Life Which Is The Only Sure Foundation Of Power In A Writer.