The Reveries Of Youth, In Which So

Precept Is Instruction Written In The Sand; The Tide Flows Over It And The Record Is Gone; Example Is Graven On The Rock, And The Lesson Is Not Soon Lost.

The Only Freedom Worth Possessing Is That Which Gives Enlargement To A People's Energy, Intellect, And Virtues.

God Be Thanked For Books; They Are The Voices Of The Distant And The Dead, And Make Us Heirs Of The Spiritual Life Of Past Ages.

To Do God's Will As Fast As It Is Made Known To Us, To Inquire Hourly -- I Had Almost Said Each Moment -- What He Requires Of Us, And To Leave Ourselves, Our Friends, And Every Interest At His Control, With A Cheerful Trust That The Path Which He Marks Out Leads To Our Perfection And To Himself, -- This Is At Once Our Duty And Happiness; And Why Will We Not Walk In The Plain, Simple Way?.

I Laugh, For Hope Hath A Happy Place With Me; If My Boat Sinks, 'tis To Another Sea.