The Method Of Nature: Who Could Ever

Let Us Even Bid Our Dearest Friends Farewell, And Defy Them, Saying, "who Are You? Unhand Me: I Will Be Dependent No More." Ah! Seest Thou Not, O Brother, That Thus We Part Only To Meet Again On A Higher Platform, And Only Be More Each Other's, Because We Are More Our Own?

We Believe That The Defects Of So Many Perverse And So Many Frivolous People, Who Make Up Society, Are Organic, And Society Is A Hospital Of Incurables.

A Cultivated Man, Wise To Know And Bold To Perform, Is The End To Which Nature Works.

Keep The Town For Occasions, But The Habits Should Be Formed In Retirement.

Men Love To Wonder, And That Is The Seed Of Science.