O, I Have Read His Heart In

These Are The Times When A Genius Wants To Live.

I Am More And More Convinced That Man Is A Dangerous Creature.

These Are Times In Which A Genius Would Wish To Live. It Is Not In The Still Calm Of Life, Or The Repose Of A Pacific Station, That Great Characters Are Formed.

We Have Too Many High-sounding Words, And Too Few Actions That Correspond With Them.

You Cannot Know, Should I Discribe To You; The Feelings Of A Parent . . . . Four Years Have Already Past Away Since You Left Your Native Land, And This Rural Cottage-humble Indeed, When Compared To The Palaces You Have Visited, And The Pomp You Have Been Witness To. But I Dare Say You Have Not Been So Inattentive An Observer, As To Suppose That Sweet Peace, And Contentment, Cannot Inhabit The Lowly Roof, And Bless The Tranquil Inhabitants, Equally Guarded And Protected, In Person And Property, In This Happy Country, As Those Who Reside In The Most Elegant And Costly Dwellings.