It Is Delivery That Makes The Orators

Beauty Is A Manifestation Of Secret Natural Laws, Which Otherwise Would Have Been Hidden From Us Forever.

We Cannot Too Soon Convince Ourselves How Easily We May Be Dispensed With In The World. What Important Personages We Imagine Ourselves To Be! We Think That We Alone Are The Life Of The Circle In Which We Move; In Our Absence, We Fancy That Life, Existence, Breath Will Come To A General Pause, And, Alas, The Gap Which We Leave Is Scarcely Perceptible, So Quickly Is It Filled Again; Nay, It Is Often The Place, If Not Of Something Better, At Least For Something More Agreeable.

I Have, Alas! Philosophy, Medicine, Jurisprudence Too, And To My Cost Theology, With Ardent Labor, Studied Through. And Here I Stand, With All My Lore, Poor Fool, No Wiser Than Before.

Thou Art In The End What Thou Art. Put On Wigs With Millions Of Curls, Set Thy Foot Upon Ell-high Rocks. Thou Abidest Ever--what Thou Art.

When Toward The Devil's Hose We Tread, Woman's A Thousand Steps Behind. [ger., Denn Geht Es Zu Des Bosen Haus Das Weib Hat Tausend Schritt Voraus.]