Music is the sound of the universal laws promulgated. It is the only assured tone. There are in it such strains as far surpass anyman's faith in the loftiness of his destiny. Things are to be learned which it will be worth the while to learn.

Any man more right than his neighbors constitutes a majority of one already.

Where the most beautiful wild flowers grow, there mans spirit is fed and poets grow.

In the production of the necessaries of life Nature is ready enough to assist man.

This world is but a canvas to our imagination.

We boast of our system of education, but why stop at schoolmasters and schoolhouses? We are all schoolmasters, and our schoolhouse is the universe. To attend chiefly to the desk or schoolhouse while we neglect the scenery in which it is placed is absurd. If we do not look out we shall find our find schoolhouse standing in a cow-yard at last.

What a glorious time they must have in that wilderness, far from mankind and election day!