The Spirit's Foe In Man Has Not

Beware Of Long Arguments And Long Beards.

What Better Comfort Have We, Or What Other Profit In Living Than To Feed, Sobered By The Truth Of Nature, Awhile Upon Her Beauty, And Hand Her Torch Of Gladness To The Ages Following After?

The Body Is An Instrument, The Mind Its Function, The Witness And Reward Of Its Operation.

It Takes Patience To Appreciate Domestic Bliss; Volatile Spirits Prefer Unhappiness.

Culture Is On The Horns Of This Dilemma: If Profound And Noble It Must Remain Rare, If Common It Must Become Mean.