The Sun Shines And Warms And Lights

In Private Places, Among Sordid Objects, An Act Of Truth Or Heroism Seems At Once To Draw To Itself The Sky As Its Temple, The Sun As Its Cradle. Nature Stretches Out Her Arms To Embrace Man, Only Let His Thoughts Be Of Equal Greatness.

Repose And Cheerfulness Is The Badge Of The Gentleman; Repose In Energy.

Every Man Who Would Do Anything Well, Must Come To It From A Higher Ground.

In The Presence Of Nature, A Wild Delight Runs Through The Man, In Spite Of Real Sorrows.

The Line Of Beauty Is The Line Of Perfect Economy.