We Excuse Our Sloth Under

It Is The Heart Which Inspires Eloquence.

In A Crowd, On A Journey, At A Banquet Even, A Line Of Thought Can Itself Provide Its Own Seclusion.

Consequently The Student Who Is Devoid Of Talent Will Derive No More Profit From This Work Than Barren Soil From A Treatise On Agriculture.

Men, Even When Alone, Lighten Their Labors By Song, However Rude It May Be.

The Gifts Of Nature Are Infinite In Their Variety, And Mind Differs From Mind Almost As Much As Body From Body.