The Dictates Of The Heart Are The

The Strong Man Is Strongest When Alone.

The Greeks Put Us To Shame Not Only By Their Simplicity, Which Is Foreign To Our Age; They Are At The Same Time Our Rivals, Nay, Frequently Our Models, In Those Very Points Of Superiority From Which We Seek Comfort When Regretting The Unnatural Character Of Our Manners. We See That Remarkable People Uniting At Once Fullness Of Form And Fullness Of Substance, Both Philosophising And Creating, Both Tender And Energetic, Uniting A Youthful Fancy To The Virility Of Reason In A Glorious Humanity.

I Know That We Often Tremble At An Empty Terror; Yet The False Fancy Brings A Real Misery.

Vast, Colossal Destiny, Which Raises Man To Fame, Though It May Also Grind Him To Powder!

Man Is Made Of The Wholly Common, And Custom Is His Nurse; Woe Then To Them Who Lay Irreverent Hands On His Old House-furniture, The Dear Inheritance From His Forefathers: For Time Consecrates, And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.