Wouldst Thou Shut Up The Avenues Of

It Happens To Us Once Or Twice In A Lifetime To Be Drunk With Some Book Which Probably Has Some Extraordinary Relative Power To Intoxicate Us And None Other; And Having Exhausted That Cup Of Enchantment We Go Groping In Libraries All Our Years Afterwards In The Hope Of Being In Paradise Again.

The State Is Our Neighbors; Our Neighbors Are The State.

The Cities Drain The Country Of The Best Part Of Its Population: The Flower Of The Youth, Of Both Sexes, Goes Into The Towns, Andthe Country Is Cultivated By A So Much Inferior Class. The Land,--travel A Whole Day Together,--looks Poverty-stricken, And The Buildings Plain And Poor.

The Foolish Man Wonders At The Unusual, But The Wise Man At The Usual.

There Is Guidance For Each Of Us, And By Lowly Listening We Shall Hear The Right Word.