There Is Such A Rebound From Parental

A Man Who Means To Think And Write A Great Deal Must, After Six And Twenty, Learn To Read With His Fingers.

Would That The Simple Maxim, That Honesty Is The Best Policy, Might Be Laid To Heart; That A Sense Of The True Aim Of Life Might Elevate The Tone Of Politics And Trade Till Public And Private Honor Become Identical.

It Seems That It Is Madder Never To Abandon One's Self Than Often To Be Infatuated; Better To Be Wounded, A Captive And A Slave, Than Always To Walk In Armor.

Every Fact Is Impure, But Every Fact Contains In It The Juices Of Life. Every Fact Is A Clod, From Which May Grow An Amaranth Or A Palm.

What I Mean By The Muse Is That Unimpeded Clearness Of The Intuitive Powers, Which A Perfectly Truthful Adherence To Every Admonition Of The Higher Instincts Would Bring To A Finely Organized Human Being. It May Appear As Prophesy Or As Poesy...should These Faculties Have Free Play, I Believe They Will Open Up New, Deeper And Purer Sources Of Joyous Inspiration Than Have As Yet Refreshed The Earth.