Neutral Men Are The Devil's Allies.

Those Old Ages Are Like The Landscape That Shows Best In Purple Distance, All Verdant And Smooth, And Bathed In Mellow Light.

Munificent Nature Follows The Methods Of The Divine And True, And Rounds All Things To Her Perfect Law. While Nations Are Convulsed With Blood And Violence, How Quietly The Grass Grows.

The Highest Genius Never Flowers In Satire, But Culminates In Sympathy With That Which Is Best In Human Nature, And Appeals To It.

Whatever May Be Our Condition In Life, It Is Better To Lay Hold Of Its Advantages Than To Count Its Evils.

The Universe Is A Vast System Of Exchange. Every Artery Of It Is In Motion, Throbbing With Reciprocity, From The Planet To The Rotting Leaf. The Vapor Climbs The Sunbeam, And Comes Back In Blessings Upon The Exhausted Herb. The Exhalation Of The Plant Is Wafted To The Ocean. And So Goes On The Beautiful Commerce Of Nature. And All Because Of Dissimilarity--because No One Thing Is Sufficient In Itself, But Calls For The Assistance Of Something Else, And Repays By A Contribution In Turn.