Surely Happiness Is Reflective, Like The Light

A Woman's Whole Life Is A History Of The Affections. The Heart Is Her World: It Is There Her Ambition Strives For Empire; It Is There Her Avarice Seeks For Hidden Treasures. She Sends Forth Her Sympathies On Adventure; She Embarks Her Whole Soul On The Traffic Of Affection; And If Shipwrecked, Her Case Is Hopeless — For It Is A Bankruptcy Of The Heart.

It Lightens The Stroke To Draw Near To Him Who Handles The Rod.

The Youthful Freshness Of A Blameless Heart.

He Who Would Study Nature In Its Wildness And Variety, Must Plunge Into The Forest, Must Explore The Glen, Must Stem The Torrent, And Dare The Precipice.

There Was One Species Of Despotism Under Which He Had Long Groaned, And That Was Petticoat Government.