Liberty Is A Slow Fruit.

He Who Knows What Sweets And Virtues Are In The Ground, The Plants, The Waters, The Heavens, And How To Come At These Enchantments - Is The Rich And Royal Man.

That Which We Call Character Is A Reserved Force Which Acts Directly By Presence, And Without Means. It Is Conceived Of As A Certain Undemonstrable Force, A Familiar Or Genius, By Whose Impulses The Man Is Guided, But Whose Counsels He Cannot Impart.

The Imagination And The Senses Cannot Be Gratified At The Same Time.

If A Man Sits Down To Think, He Is Immediately Asked If He Has A Headache.

Nature Ever Faithful Is To Such As Trust Her Faithfulness.