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Redundancy Of Language Is Never Found With Deep Reflection. Verbiage May Indicate Observation, But Not Thinking. He Who Thinks Much Says But Little In Proportion To His Thoughts.

If I Can, By A Lucky Chance, In These Uneasy Days, Rub Out One Wrinkle From The Brow Of Care, Or Beguile The Heavy Heart Of One Moment Of Sadness; If I Can, How And Then, Prompt A Happier View Of Human Nature, And Make My Reader More In Good Humor With His Fellow-beings And Himself, Surely, I Shall Not Have Written In Vain.

The Natural Effect Of Sorrow Over The Dead Is To Refine And Elevate The Mind.

The Idol Of Today Pushes The Hero Of Yesterday Out Of Our Recollection; And Will, In Turn, Be Supplanted By His Successor Of Tomorrow.

There Is Certain Relief In Change, Even Though It Be From Bad To Worse! As I Have Often Found In Traveling In A Stagecoach, That It Is Often A Comfort To Shift One's Position, And Be Bruised In A New Place.