Infinite Toil Would Not Enable

Offended Vanity Is The Great Separator In Social Life.

Many A Man Has A Kind Of A Kaleidoscope, Where The Bits Of Broken Glass Are His Own Merits And Fortunes; And They Fall Into Harmonious Arrangements, And Delight Him, Often Most Mischievously And To His Ultimate Detriment; But They Are A Present Pleasure.

Is Boredom Anything Less Than The Sense Of One's Faculties Slowly Dying?

If You Would Understand Your Own Age, Read The Works Of Fiction Produced In It. People In Disguise Speak Freely.

There Are Few Who Would Need Advisers, If They Were Only Accustomed To Appeal To Themselves In Their Calmest, Holiest Moments. If, When Embarrassed With Doubt As To Any Course Of Action, They Would Turn Aside From The Immediate Tumult Of The World, And From The Vain Speaking Of Those Who "darken Counsel By Words Without Knowledge;" And Would Then Commune With Their Hearts Alone, At Night, The Heavens Their Silent Counsellors, They Would Act Not Always In Accordance With The Wise Men Of This World, But With That Wisdom Which Bringeth Peace.