Not In His Goals But In His

I Have No Hostility To Nature, But A Child's Love To It. I Expand And Live In The Warm Day Like Corn And Melons.

Every Sweet Has Its Sour; Every Evil Its Good.

Nature Is Made To Conspire With Spirit To Emancipate Us.

Who Does Not Sometimes Envy The Good And The Brave, Who Are No More To Suffer From The Tumults Of The Natural World, And Await With Curious Complacency The Speedy Term Of His Own Conversation With Finite Nature?

Every Natural Power Exhilarates; A True Talent Delights The Possessor First.