If We Tire Of The

We Put Our Love Where We Have Put Our Labor.

The Tempered Light Of The Woods Is Like A Perpetual Morning.

I Am Constrained Every Moment To Acknowledge A Higher Origin For Events Than The Will I Call Mine.

No Performance Is Worth Loss Of Geniality. 'tis A Cruel Price We Pay For Certain Fancy Goods Called Fine Arts And Philosophy.

The Colleges, While They Provide Us With Libraries, Furnish No Professors Of Books; And I Think No Chair Is So Much Needed.