Disciplined inaction

It is right to be content with what we have, but never with what we are.

The frivolous work of polished idleness.

The Commons, faithful to their system, remained in a wise and masterly inactivity.

Diffused knowledge immortalizes itself.

The scene was changed. It was a bark that slowly held its way, And o'er its lee the coast of France in the light of evening lay; And on its deck a lady sat, who gazed with tearful eyes Upon the fast receding hills that dim and distant rise.

So All is diff’rent, and yet All is One.