Misfortune Is Never Mournful To The Soul

Home - That Blessed Word, Which Opens To The Human Heart The Most Perfect Glimpse Of Heaven, And Helps To Carry It Thither, As On An Angel's Wings.

Genius Hath Electric Power Which Earth Can Never Tame.

That Man's Best Works Should Be Such Bungling Imitations Of Nature's Infinite Perfection, Matters Not Much; But That He Should Make Himself An Imitation, This Is The Fact Which Nature Moans Over, And Deprecates Beseechingly. Be Spontaneous, Be Truthful, Be Free, And Thus Be Individuals! Is The Song She Sings Through Warbling Birds, And Whispering Pines, And Roaring Waves, And Screeching Winds.

Happiness Consists Not In Having Much, But In Wanting No More Than You Have.

No Music Is So Pleasant To My Ears As That Word-father.