Youth Is The Season Of Receptivity, And

To Be Without Sympathy Is To Be Alone In The World--without Friends Or Country, Home Or Kindred.

No Man Is Happy Without A Delusion Of Some Kind. Delusions Are As Necessary To Our Happiness As Realities.

To Death We Owe Our Life; The Passing Of One Generation Opens A Way For Another.

It Is Our Relation To Circumstances That Determines Their Influence Upon Us.

Out Of Politics Comes More Uproar Than Progress. It Is Indeed Surprising How Little, Comparatively, This Noisy Department Of Human Affairs Contributes To The World's Prosperity. Political Commotions Upon The Grandest Scale, Political Events Of Astounding Suddenness, Political Characters Of The Greatest Ability, Abound, But Still, Permanent Results Are Rare, And We Look In Vain For A Measure Of Public Good Corresponding In Extent To The Hideous Rout Which Ushers It In. Progress But Turns Upon Its Pillow, And Goes To Sleep Again.