The Highest Beauty Should Be Plain Set.

Every Person Has His Or Her Own Vocation-talent Is The Call.

Nature Is Not Always Tricked In Holiday Attire, But The Same Scene Which Yesterday Breathed Perfume And Glittered As For The Frolic Of The Nymphs, Is Overspread With Melancholy Today. Nature Always Wears The Colors Of The Spirit.

Every Man Is A Divinity In Disguise, A God Playing The Fool.

The Private Life Of One Man Shall Be A More Illustrious Monarchy,--more Formidable To Its Enemy, More Sweet And Serene In Its Influence To Its Friend, Than Any Kingdom In History. For A Man, Rightly Viewed, Comprehendeth The Particular Natures Of All Men.

The Passive Master Lent His Hand, To The Vast Soul Which O'er Him Planned.