The Fatal Trait Of The Times Is

How Casually And Unobservedly We Make All Our Most Valued Acquaintances.

I Hear Therefore With Joy Whatever Is Beginning To Be Said Of The Dignity And Necessity Of Labor To Every Citizen. There Is Virtue Yet In The Hoe And The Spade, For Learned As Well As For Unlearned Hands. And Labor Is Everywhere Welcome; Always We Are Invited To Work; Only Be This Limitation Observed, That A Man Shall Not For The Sake Of Wider Activity Sacrifice Any Opinion To The Popular Judgments And Modes Of Action.

It Is One Light Which Beams Out Of A Thousand Stars. It Is One Soul Which Animates All Men.

It Is One Of The Blessings Of Old Friends That You Can Afford To Be Stupid With Them.

By Necessity, By Proclivity, And By Delight, We All Quote. In Fact, It Is As Difficult To Appropriate The Thoughts Of Others As It Is To Invent.