It Is A Testament To

I Saw No Poor Men, Except A Few Intemperate Ones. I Saw Some Very Poor Women; But God And Man Know That The Time Has Not Come For Women To Make Their Injuries Even Heard Of.

You Had Better Live Your Best And Act Your Best And Think Your Best Today; For Today Is The Sure Preparation For Tomorrow And All The Other Tomorrows That Follow.

Of Tobacco And Its Consequences, I Will Say Nothing But That The Practice Is At Too Bad A Pass To Leave Hope That Anything That Could Be Said In Books Would Work A Cure. If The Floors Of Boarding-houses, And The Decks Of Steam-boats, And The Carpets Of The Capitol, Do Not Sicken The Americans Into A Reform; If The Warnings Of Physicians Are Of No Avail, What Remains To Be Said? I Dismiss The Nauseous Subject.

It Is Not Quite True That There Are No Good Letters Written In America: Among My Own Circle Of Correspondents There, There Are Ladies And Gentlemen Whose Letters Would Stand A Comparison With Any For Frankness, Grace, And Epistolary Beauty Of Every Kind. But I Am Not Aware Of Any Medium Between This Excellence And The Boarding-school Insignificance Which Characterizes The Rest.

Must Love Be Ever Treated With Profaneness As A Mere Illusion? Or With Coarseness As A Mere Impulse? Or With Fear As A Mere Disease? Or With Shame As A Mere Weakness? Or With Levity As A Mere Accident? Whereas It Is A Great Mystery And A Great Necessity, Lying At The Foundation Of Human Existence, Morality, And Happiness,--mysterious, Universal, Inevitable As Death.