Blessed Indeed Is The Man

Make People Happy And There Will Not Be Half The Quarreling, Or A Tenth Part Of The Wickedness There Now Is.

There Was A Time When All These Things Would Have Passed Me By, Like The Flitting Figures Of A Theatre, Sufficient For The Amusement Of An Hour. But Now, I Have Lost The Power Of Looking Merely On The Surface.

That Man's Best Works Should Be Such Bungling Imitations Of Nature's Infinite Perfection, Matters Not Much; But That He Should Make Himself An Imitation, This Is The Fact Which Nature Moans Over, And Deprecates Beseechingly. Be Spontaneous, Be Truthful, Be Free, And Thus Be Individuals! Is The Song She Sings Through Warbling Birds, And Whispering Pines, And Roaring Waves, And Screeching Winds.

Affectation Is Fond Of Making A Greater Show Than Reality. ... Nature And Truth Have Never Learned To Blow The Trumpet, And Never Will.

In The First Place, An Unjust Law Exists In This Commonwealth, By Which Marriages Between Persons Of Different Color Is Pronounced Illegal. I Am Perfectly Aware Of The Gross Ridicule To Which I May Subject Myself By Alluding To This Particular; But I Have Lived Too Long, And Observed Too Much, To Be Disturbed By The World's Mockery.