Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books.

Remorse begets reform.

Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.

Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.

Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.

Not to understand a treasure's worth till time has stole away the slighted good, is cause of half the poverty we feel, and makes the world the wilderness it is.

No wisdom that she may gain by experience and reflection hereafter, will compensate the loss of her present hilarity.