The Fearless Make Their Own

I Can Pass Days Stretch'd In The Shade Of Those Old Cedar Trees, Watching The Sunshine Like A Blessing Fall,-- The Breeze Like Music Wandering O'er The Boughs, Each Tree A Natural Harp,--each Different Leaf A Different Note, Blent In One Vast Thanksgiving.

How Very Satisfactory Those Discussions Must Be, Where Each Party Retains Their Own Opinion!

To The Many, Witticisms Not Only Require To Be Explained, Like Riddles, But Are Also Like New Shoes, Which People Require To Wear Many Times Before They Get Accustomed To Them.

It Is Strange What Society Will Endure From Its Idols.

Repentance Is A One-faced Janus, Ever Looking To The Past.