Pride Ruined The Angels.

Nature Magically Suits A Man To His Fortunes, By Making Them The Fruit Of His Character.

Astronomy Is A Cold, Desert Science, With All Its Pompous Figures,-depends A Little Too Much On The Glass-grinder, Too Little On The Mind. 't Is Of No Use To Show Us More Planets And Systems. We Know Already What Matter Is, And More Or Less Of It Does Not Signify.

Success To The Strongest, Who Are Always, At Last, The Wisest And Best.

We Put Our Love Where We Have Put Our Labor.

Nature Always Wears The Colors Of The Spirit. To A Man Laboring Under Calamity, The Heat Of His Own Fire Hath Sadness In It.