Avarice Is The Vice Of Declining Years.

The Public Is Wiser Than The Wisest Critic.

Beauty Is But The Sensible Image Of The Infinite. Like Truth And Justice, It Lives Within Us; Like Virtue And The Moral Law, It Is A Companion Of The Soul.

Not In Vain Has Lincoln Lived, For He Has Helped To Make This Republic An Example Of Justice, With No Caste But The Caste Of Humanity.

Truth Is Not Exciting Enough To Those Who Depend On The Characters And Lives Of Their Neighbors For All Their Amusement; And If A Story Is Told Of More Than Common Interest, Ennui Is Sure To Have Its Joy In Adding Embellishments. If Hours Did Not Hang Heavy, What Would Become Of Scandal?

Where The People Possess No Authority, Their Rights Obtain No Respect.