The Proverb Answers Where The Sermon Fails.

Solitude Bears The Same Relation To The Mind That Sleep Does To The Body. It Affords It The Necessary Opportunities For Repose And Recovery.

It Is A Bird-flight Of The Soul, When The Heart Declares Itself In Song. The Affections That Clothe Themselves With Wings Are Passions That Have Been Subdued To Virtues.

Philosophy Has Its Bugbears, As Well As Superstition.

Our Possessions Are Wholly In Our Performances. He Owns Nothing To Whom The World Owes Nothing.

No Doubt Solitude Is Wholesome, But So Is Abstinence After A Surfeit. The True Life Of Man Is In Society.