The Affections Cannot Keep Their Youth Any

Our Housekeeping Is Mendicant, Our Arts, Our Occupations, Our Marriages, Our Religion We Have Not Chosen But Society Has Chosen For Us.

The Present Is An Edifice Which God Cannot Rebuild.

Nothing Is Great But The Inexhaustible Wealth Of Nature.

Love Should Make Joy; But Our Benevolence Is Unhappy. Our Sunday-schools, And Churches, And Pauper-societies Are Yokes To The Neck. We Pain Ourselves To Please Nobody.

Our Knowledge Is The Amassed Thought And Experience Of Innumerable Minds.