Poverty, When It Is Voluntary,

Art Must Anchor In Nature, Or It Is The Sport Of Every Breath Of Folly.

None But Those Who Are Happy In Themselves Can Make Others So.

We Are The Creatures Of Imagination, Passion, And Self-will, More Than Of Reason Or Even Of Self-interest. Even In The Common Transactions And Daily Intercourse Of Life, We Are Governed By Whim, Caprice, Prejudice, Or Accident. The Falling Of A Teacup Puts Us Out Of Temper For The Day; And A Quarrel That Commenced About The Pattern Of A Gown May End Only With Our Lives.

A Proud Man Is Satisfied With His Own Good Opinion, And Does Not Seek To Make Converts To It.

A Man Who Is Determined Never To Move Out Of The Beaten Road Cannot Lose His Way.