Nature Means Necessity.

We Must Not Pluck Death From The Maker's Hand.

Necessity, Like Electricity, Is In Ourselves And All Things, And No More Without Us Than Within Us.

The Death-bed Of A Day, How Beautiful!

Leave The Poor Some Time For Self-improvement. Let Them Not Be Forced To Grind The Bones Out Of Their Arms For Bread, But Have Some Space To Think And Feel Like Moral And Immortal Creatures.

When Night Hath Set Her Silver Lamp High, Then Is The Time For Study.