Thought Makes Everything Fit For Use.

There Is An Intimate Interdependence Of Intellect And Morals.

There Comes A Period Of The Imagination To Each--a Later Youth--the Power Of Beauty, The Power Of Looks, Of Poetry.

We Love Force And We Care Very Little How It Is Exhibited.

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

We Have A Great Deal More Kindness Than Is Ever Spoken. The Whole Human Family Is Bathed With An Element Of Love Like A Fine Ether. How Many Persons We Meet In Houses, Whom We Scarcely Speak To, Whom Yet We Honor And Who Honor Us! How Many We See In The Street, Or Sit With In Church, Whom Though Silently, We Warmly Rejoice To Be With! Read The Language Of These Wandering Eye-beams. The Heart Knoweth.