If We Live Truly, We Shall See

To The Body And Mind Which Have Been Cramped By Noxious Work Or Company, Nature Is Medicinal And Restores Their Tone. The Tradesman, The Attorney Comes Out Of The Din And Craft Of The Street And Sees The Sky And The Woods, And Is A Man Again. In Their Eternal Calm, He Finds Himself.

When We Have Arrived At The Question, The Answer Is Already Near.

A Man Of Good Sense But Of Little Faith, Whose Compassion Seemed To Lead Him To Church As Often As He Went There, Said To Me; 'that He Liked To Have Concerts, And Fairs, And Churches, And Other Public Amusements Go On.

Sorrow Looks Back, Worry Looks Around, Faith Looks Up

Politics Is A Deleterious Profession, Like Some Poisonous Handicrafts.