Pity The Mother Who Assumes The Name

The Passions Refuse To Be Organized On A Basis Of Their Own; Hostile To Personal Freedom And One Another, They Rush Precipitately Into Anarchy And Mob Rule.

Time Ripens The Substance Of A Life As The Seasons Mellow And Perfect Its Fruits. The Best Apples Fall Latest And Keep Longest.

All Unrest Is But The Struggle Of The Soul To Reassure Herself Of Her Inborn Immortality.

Cities With All Their Advantages Have Something Hostile To Liberal Learning, The Seductions Are So Subtle And Accost The Senses So Openly On All Sides.

Nature Is Thought Immersed In Matter. . .