The Sublime Is Contained In

No Thoroughly Occupied Person Was Ever Found Really Miserable.

Nations, Like Individuals, Interest Us In Their Growth.

To My Ninth Decade I Have Totter'd On, And No Soft Arm Bends Now My Steps To Steady; She, Who Once Led Me Where She Would, Is Gone, So When He Calls Me, Death Shall Find Me Ready.

Heat And Animosity, Contest And Conflict, May Sharpen The Wits, Although They Rarely Do; They Never Strengthen The Understanding, Clear The Perspicacity, Guide The Judgment, Or Improve The Heart.

There Is No Eloquence Which Does Not Agitate The Soul.