A Beautiful Soul Has No

The Painter Is, As To The Execution Of His Work, A Mechanic; But As To His Conception And Spirit And Design He Is Hardly Below Even The Poet.

The Greater Part Of Humanity Is Too Much Harassed And Fatigued By The Struggle With Want, To Rally Itself For A New And Sterner Struggle With Error.

In A Narrow Circle The Mind Grows Narrow. The More One Expands, The Larger Their Aims.

Ever Building, Building To The Clouds, Still Building Higher, And Never Reflecting That The Poor Narrow Basis Cannot Sustain The Giddy Tottering Column.

Cling To Thy Native Land, For It Is The Land Of Thy Fathers?