Fancy Brings Us As Many

Even By Means Of Our Sorrows We Belong To The Eternal Plan.

Life, In All Ranks And Situations, Is An Outward Occupation, An Actual And Active Work.

If We Reason That We Want Happiness For Others, Not For Ourselves, Then We Ought Justly To Be Suspected Of Failing To Recognize Human Nature For What It Is And Of Wishing To Turn Men Into Machines.

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.

If It Were Not Somewhat Fanciful To Suppose That Every Human Excellence Is Presented, As It Were, In One Kind Of Being, We Might Believe That The Whole Treasure Of Morality And Order Is Enshrined In The Female Character.