Philosophy Is Reason With The Eyes Of

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?

No Doubt Solitude Is Wholesome, But So Is Abstinence After A Surfeit. The True Life Of Man Is In Society.

The Amiable Is A Duty Most Certainly, But Must Not Be Exercised At The Expense Of Any Of The Virtues. He Who Seeks To Do The Amiable Always, Can Only Be Successful At The Frequent Expense Of His Manhood.

Ambition Is Frequently The Only Refuge Which Life Has Left To The Denied Or Mortified Affections. We Chide At The Grasping Eye, The Daring Wing, The Soul That Seems To Thirst For Sovereignty Only, And Know Not That The Flight Of This Ambitious Bird Has Been From A Bosom Or Home That Is Filled With Ashes.

But For That Blindness Which Is Inseparable From Malice, What Terrible Powers Of Evil Would It Possess! Fortunately For The World, Its Venom, Like That Of The Rattlesnake, When Most Poisonous, Clouds The Eye Of The Reptile, And Defeats Its Aim.