To Read A Book, To Think It

I Am Always The Better For Open-air Breathing, And Was Certainly Meant For The Wandering Life Of The Indian.

The World Of Learning Is So Broad, And The Human Soul Is So Limited In Power! We Reach Forth And Strain Every Nerve, But We Seize Only A Bit Of The Curtain That Hides The Infinite From Us.

There Is No Cosmetic For Beauty Like Happiness.

I Saw, In Looking Over Cooper, Elements Of A Comet Of 1825 Which Resemble What I Get Out For This, From My Own Observations, But I Cannot Rely Upon My Own.

It Is Sad To See A Woman Sacrificing The Ties Of The Affections Even To Do Good.