He Is A Good Man Who Can

Sickness Is Poor-spirited, And Cannot Serve Anyone; It Must Husband Its Resources To Live. But Health Or Fullness Answers Its Own Ends, And Has To Spare, Runs Over, And Inundates The Neighborhoods And Creeks Of Other Men's Necessities.

Nothing Great Was Ever Achieved Without Enthusiasm.

As We Grow Old, The Beauty Steals Inward.

What Torments Of Grief You Endured, From Evils That Never Arrived

Great Country, Diminutive Minds. America Is Formless, Has No Terrible And No Beautiful Condensation.