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It Is Chiefly Through Books That We Enjoy Intercourse With The Superior Minds, And These Invaluable Means Of Communication Are In Reach Of All. In The Best Books, Great Men Talk To Us, Give Us Their Most Precious Thoughts, And Pour Their Souls Into Ours. God Be Thanked For Books. They Are The Voices Of The Distant And The Dead, And Make Us Heirs Of The Spiritual Life Of Past Ages. Books Are True Levellers. They Give To All, Who Faithfully Use Them, The Society, The Spiritual Presence Of The Best And Greatest Of Our Race.

Our Affections Are Our Life. We Live By Them; They Supply Our Warmth.

Innocent Amusements Are Such As Excite Moderately, And Such As Produce A Cheerful Frame Of Mind, Not Boisterous Mirth; Such As Refresh, Instead Of Exhausting, The System; Such As Recur Frequently, Rather Than Continue Long; Such As Send Us Back To Our Daily Duties Invigorated In Body And Spirit; Such As We Can Partake Of In The Presence And Society Of Respectable Friends; Such As Consist With And Are Favorable To A Grateful Piety; Such As Are Chastened By Self-respect, And Are Accompanied With The Consciousness That Life Has A Higher End Than To Be Amused.

Life Is A Fragment, A Moment Between Two Eternities.

We Honor Revelation Too Highly To Make It The Antagonist Of Reason, Or To Believe That It Calls Us To Renounce Our Highest Powers.