I Always Seem To Suffer Some Loss

Nature Cannot Be Surprised In Undress. Beauty Breaks In Everywhere.

Give Me Wine To Wash Me Clean Of The Weather-stains Of Cares

You Cannot Do Wrong Without Suffering Wrong.

There Is Virtue Yet In The Hoe And The Spade, For Learned As Well As For Unlearned Hands. And Labor Is Everywhere Welcome; Alwayswe Are Invited To Work.

There Is No Prosperity, Trade, Art, City, Or Great Material Wealth Of Any Kind, But If You Trace It Home, You Will Find It Rooted In A Thought Of Some Individual Man.