One Must Be Rich In Thought And

Friends Are The Leaders Of The Bosom, Being More Ourselves Than We Are, And We Complement Our Affections In Theirs.

Opposition Strengthens The Manly Will.

There Is Virtue In Country Houses, In Gardens And Orchards, In Fields, Streams And Groves, In Rustic Recreations And Plain Manners, That Neither Cities Nor Universities Enjoy.

Every Dogma Embodies Some Shade Of Truth To Give It Seeming Currency.

We Climb To Heaven Most Often On The Ruins Of Our Cherished Plans, Finding Our Failures Were Successes.