Thus One Can Observe That Those Who

The Poet Should Seize The Particular, And He Should, If There Be Anything Sound In It, Thus Represent The Universal.

The Art Of Living Rightly Is Like All Arts; It Must Be Learned And Practiced With Incessant Care.

Vanity Is A Desire Of Personal Glory, The Wish To Be Appreciated, Honoured, And Run After, Not Because Of One's Personal Qualities, Merits, And Achievements, But Because Of One's Individual Existence. At Best, Therefore, It Is A Frivolous Beauty Whim It Befits.

Girls We Love For What They Are; Young Men For What They Promise To Be.

How Fair Doth Nature Appear Again! How Bright The Sunbeams! How Smiles The Plain! The Flow'rs Are Bursting From Ev'ry Bough, And Thousand Voices Each Bush Yields Now. And Joy And Gladness Fill Ev'ry Breast! Oh Earth!-oh Sunlight! Oh Rapture Blest! Oh Love! Oh Loved One!