One Must Be A Wise Reader To

Cities With All Their Advantages Have Something Hostile To Liberal Learning, The Seductions Are So Subtle And Accost The Senses So Openly On All Sides.

Without A Mythology, Faith Is Impersonal And Heartless.

Equanimity Is The Gem In Virtue's Chaplet, And St. Sweetness The Loveliest In Her Calendar.

We Climb To Heaven Most Often On The Ruins Of Our Cherished Plans, Finding Our Failures Were Successes.

Nor Is A Day Lived If The Dawn Is Left Out Of It, With The Prospects It Opens. Who Speaks Charmingly Of Nature Or Of Mankind, Like Him Who Comes Bibulous Of Sunrise And The Fountains Of Waters?