More firm and sure the hand of courage strikes, when it obeys the watchful eye of caution.

Statues and pictures and verse may be grand, But they are not the Life for which they stand.

Peace is the happy natural state of man; war is corruption and disgrace.

But who can paint like Nature? Can imagination boast, amid its gay creation, hues like hers?

I know no subject more elevating, more amazing, more ready to the poetical enthusiasm, the philosophical reflection, and the moral sentiment than the works of nature. Where can we meet such variety, such beauty, such magnificence?