The Finest Fruit Earth Holds Up To

Language Is The Spiritual Exhalation Of The Nation.

It Is A Characteristic Of Old Age To Find The Progress Of Time Accelerated. The Less One Accomplishes In A Given Time, The Shorter Does The Retrospect Appear.

Government, Religion, Property, Books, Are Nothing But The Scaffolding To Build Men. Earth Holds Up To Her Master No Fruit Like The Finished Man.

It Is Resignation And Contentment That Are Best Calculated To Lead Us Safely Through Life. Whoever Has Not Sufficient Power To Endure Privations, And Even Suffering, Can Never Feel That He Is Armor Proof Against Painful Emotions,--nay, He Must Attribute To Himself, Or At Least To The Morbid Sensitiveness Of His Nature, Every Disagreeable Feeling He May Suffer.

Every Man, However Good He May Be, Has A Yet Better Man Dwelling In Him, Which Is Properly Himself, But To Whom Nevertheless He Is Often Unfaithful. It Is To This Interior And Less Mutable Being That We Should Attach Ourselves, Not To Be Changeable, Every-day Man.