The Religion Of Christ Is Peace And

States, Like Men, Have Their Growth, Their Manhood, Their Decrepitude, Their Decay.

How Sweet And Sacred Idleness Is!

Nothing Is Pleasanter To Me Than Exploring In A Library.

Truth, Like The Juice Of The Poppy, In Small Quantities, Calms Men; In Larger, Heats And Irritates Them, And Is Attended By Fatal Consequences In Excess.

The Deafest Man Can Hear Praise, And Is Slow To Think Any An Excess.