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The Basis Of Good Manners Is Self-reliance. Necessity Is The Law Of All Who Are Not Self-possessed.

It Is Very Hard To Be Simple Enough To Be Good.

The Cities Drain The Country Of The Best Part Of Its Population: The Flower Of The Youth, Of Both Sexes, Goes Into The Towns, Andthe Country Is Cultivated By A So Much Inferior Class. The Land,--travel A Whole Day Together,--looks Poverty-stricken, And The Buildings Plain And Poor.

Men Who Know The Same Things Are Not Long The Best Company For Each Other.

The People Fancy They Hate Poetry, And They Are All Poets And Mystics.