No Man Will Ever Unfold

Dyspepsy Is The Ruin Of Most Things: Empires, Expeditions, And Everything Else.

Even Imperfection Itself May Have Its Ideal Or Perfect State.

The Peace Of Nature And Of The Innocent Creatures Of God Seems To Be Secure And Deep, Only So Long As The Presence Of Man And His Restless And Unquiet Spirit Are Not There To Trouble Its Sanctity.

For Tea, Though Ridiculed By Those Who Are Naturally Coarse In Their Nervous Sensibilities, Or Are Become So From Wine-drinking, And Are Not Susceptible Of Influence From So Refined A Stimulant, Will Always Be The Favourite Beverage Of The Intellectual.

The Mere Understanding, However Useful And Indispensable, Is The Meanest Faculty In The Human Mind And The Most To Be Distrusted.