No Doubt Solitude Is Wholesome, But So

It Should Console Us For The Fact That Sin Has Not Totally Disappeared From The World, That The Saints Are Not Wholly Deprived Of Employment.

I Know Not That There Is Anything In Nature More Soothing To The Mind Than The Contemplation Of The Moon, Sailing, Like Some Planetary Bark, Amidst A Sea Of Bright Azure. The Subject Is Certainly Hackneyed; The Moon Has Been Sung By Poet And Poetaster. Is There Any Marvel That It Should Be So?

Distinction Is An Eminence That Is Attained But Too Frequently At The Expense Of A Fireside.

Genius Is The Very Eye Of Intellect And The Wing Of Thought; It Is Always In Advance Of Its Time, And Is The Pioneer For The Generation Which It Precedes.

He Who Would Acquire Fame Must Not Show Himself Afraid Of Censure. The Dread Of Censure Is The Death Of Genius.