The Finest Fruit Earth Holds Up To

Man Is Naturally More Disposed To Beneficent Than Selfish Actions. This We Learn Even From The History Of Savages. The Domestic Virtues Have Something In Them So Inviting And Genial, And The Public Virtues Of The Citizen Something So Grand And Inspiring, That Even He Who Is Barely Uncorrupted, Is Seldom Able To Resist Their Charm.

It Is A Characteristic Of Old Age To Find The Progress Of Time Accelerated. The Less One Accomplishes In A Given Time, The Shorter Does The Retrospect Appear.

To Inquire And To Create; These Are The Grand Centres Around Which All Human Pursuits Revolve, Or At Least To These Objects Do They All More Or Less Directly Refer.

If It Were Not Somewhat Fanciful To Suppose That Every Human Excellence Is Presented, As It Were, In One Kind Of Being, We Might Believe That The Whole Treasure Of Morality And Order Is Enshrined In The Female Character.

Trees Have About Them Something Beautiful And Attractive Even To The Fancy, Since They Cannot Change Their Places, Are Witnesses Of All The Changes That Take Place Around Them; And As Some Reach A Great Age, They Become, As It Were, Historical Monuments, And Like Ourselves They Have A Life, Growing And Passing Away, --not Being Inanimate And Unvarying Like The Fields And Rivers. One Sees Them Passing Through Various Stages, And At Last Step By Step Approaching Death, Which Makes Them Look Still More Like Ourselves.