Don't make a novel to establish a principle of political economy. You will spoil both.

Deep insight will always, like Nature, ultimate its thought in a thing.

There is health in table talk and nursery play. We must wear old shoes and have aunts and cousins.

Hence, instead of Man Thinking, we have the bookworm. Hence, the book-learned class, who value books, as such; not as related to nature and the human constitution, but as making a sort of Third Estate with the world and the soul. Hence, the restorers of readings, the emendators, the bibliomaniacs of all degrees.

Alas for America as I must so often say, the ungirt, the diffuse, the profuse, procumbent, one wide ground juniper, out of which no cedar, no oak will rear up a mast to the clouds! It all runs to leaves, to suckers, to tendrils, to miscellany. The air is loaded with poppy, with imbecility, with dispersion, & sloth.

A strenuous soul hates cheap success.

We must set up a strong present tense against all rumors of wrath, past and to come.