While Any One Is Base, None Can

If Any Individual Live Too Much In Relations, So That He Becomes A Stranger To The Resources Of His Own Nature, He Falls, After A While, Into A Distraction, Or Imbecility, From Which He Can Only Be Cured By A Time Of Isolation, Which Gives The Renovating Fountains Time To Rise Up.

No Temple Can Still The Personal Griefs And Strifes In The Breasts Of Its Visitors.

When The Intellect And Affections Are In Harmony; When Intellectual Consciousness Is Calm And Deep; Inspiration Will Not Be Confounded With Fancy.

Essays, Entitled Critical, Are Epistles Addressed To The Public, Through Which The Mind Of The Recluse Relieves Itself Of Its Impressions.

Truth Is The Nursing Mother Of Genius. No Man Can Be Absolutely True To Himself, Eschewing Cant, Compromise, Servile Imitation, And Complaisance Without Becoming Original.