The Flowers Talk When The Wind Blows

Youth Is Everywhere In Place.

Fear, Craft And Avarice Cannot Rear A State.

A Sympathetic Person Is Placed In The Dilemma Of A Swimmer Among Drowning Men, Who All Catch At Him, And If He Gives So Much As A Leg Or A Finger, They Will Drown Him.

The Great Man Is Not Convulsible Or Tormentable; Events Pass Over Him Without Much Impression.

Men Of Sense Esteem Wealth To Be The Assimilation Of Nature To Themselves, The Converting Of The Sap And Juices Of The Planet To The Incarnation And Nutriment Of Their Design.