Even By Means Of Our Sorrows We

Trees Have About Them Something Beautiful And Attractive Even To The Fancy, Since They Cannot Change Their Places, Are Witnesses Of All The Changes That Take Place Around Them; And As Some Reach A Great Age, They Become, As It Were, Historical Monuments, And Like Ourselves They Have A Life, Growing And Passing Away, --not Being Inanimate And Unvarying Like The Fields And Rivers. One Sees Them Passing Through Various Stages, And At Last Step By Step Approaching Death, Which Makes Them Look Still More Like Ourselves.

The Very Variety Arising From The Union Of Numbers Of Individuals Is The Highest Good Which Social Life Can Confer, And This Variety Is Undoubtedly Lost In Proportion To The Degree Of State Interference.

However Great An Evil Immorality May Be, We Must Not Forget That It Is Not Without Its Beneficial Consequences. It Is Only Through Extremes That Men Can Arrive At The Middle Path Of Wisdom And Virtue.

Every Man, However Good He May Be, Has A Yet Better Man Dwelling In Him, Which Is Properly Himself, But To Whom Nevertheless He Is Often Unfaithful. It Is To This Interior And Less Mutable Being That We Should Attach Ourselves, Not To Be Changeable, Every-day Man.

Natural Objects Themselves, Even When They Make No Claim To Beauty, Excite The Feelings, And Occupy The Imagination. Nature Pleases, Attracts, Delights, Merely Because It Is Nature. We Recognize In It An Infinite Power.