Dandyism Is A Species Of Genius.

Repose Is As Necessary In Conversation As In A Picture.

The Confined Air Of A Metropolis Is Hurtful To The Minds And Bodies Of Those Who Have Never Lived Out Of It. It Is Impure, Stagnant--without Breathing-space To Allow A Larger View Of Ourselves Or Others--and Gives Birth To A Puny, Sickly, Unwholesome, And Degenerate Race Of Beings.

Those Who Are At War With Others Are Not At Peace With Themselves.

Humanity Is To Be Met With In A Den Of Robbers.

Death Cancels Everything But Truth; And Strips A Man Of Everything But Genius And Virtue. It Is A Sort Of Natural Canonization.